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Fifty Contemporary One-Act Plays Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the Fifty Contemporary One-Act Plays novel. A total of 301 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : Fifty Contemporary One-Act Plays.by Various.INTRODUCTION Tradition in the sphere of book
Fifty Contemporary One-Act Plays.by Various.INTRODUCTION Tradition in the sphere of books is relentlessly imperious and will not be denied. The present anthology of one-act plays, in defiance of a keen reluctance on the part of the editors, is condemned a
- 101 VENNEMA. I can't help being distressed over it. That she should have descended to this!VAN ELST. Do you know what the maid told me? She said that they are happy together, and that he is truly in love with her.VENNEMA. Yes. But why did he allow her to
- 100 VAN ELST. What a life! What a life! Why don't you do something? She can't be allowed to lie there that way.SOPHIE. Just a minute. [_She seizes Louise by the waist and lifts her from the floor. Van Elst a.s.sists her._]SOPHIE. Nothing to worry ab
- 99 LOUISE [_has seated herself in the middle of the couch. She extends her arms with a smiling invitation_]. Don't you dare?VAN ELST [_very considerably embarra.s.sed by this time. He coughs and mops his face_]. It isn't quite necessary. We can tal
- 98 PERSONS LOUISE.VAN DER ELST [_Notary_].VENNEMA [_Louise's Father_].SOPHIE [_Serving Maid_]. Applications for permissions to produce LOUISE must be addressed to Pierre Loving, 240 W. 4.LOUISE A PLAY BY J. H. SPEENHOFF [SCENE: _A large fas.h.i.+onably
- 97 MIKE MCINERNEY. Don't you hear I am going? To Curranroe I am going.Going I am to a place where I will get every good thing!MICHAEL MISKELL. And is it to leave me here after you you will?MIKE MCINERNEY [_in a rising chant_]. Every good thing! The goat
- 96 MIKE MCINERNEY. And you were no grabber yourself, I suppose, till your land and all you had grabbed wore away from you!MICHAEL MISKELL. If I lost it itself, it was through the crosses I met with and I going through the world. I never was a rambler and a c
- 95 SHUKRA. Nay, nay,-- OLD MAN. Shukra. I, thy father, thy G.o.d in life, curse thee. Thou hast deprived thy mother of her child, and her death of its solace. Thou hast incurred the wrath of the Spirits of all thy departed ancestors.SHUKRA [_cries out_]. Not
- 94 SHUKRA. I have no father.OLD MAN. But I am thy father. Did not my messenger come the other day?[_Silence._] Did he lie to me? Dost thou not know thy mother is-- SHUKRA. Thy messenger came.OLD MAN. Then come thou home at once. There is not time to be lost.
- 93 SHANTA. You will find Him soon; your time is nigh.SHUKRA. I wish it were true.SHANTA. Master, if there be anything that I can do for you. If I could only lighten your burden a little,-- SHUKRA. Thou hast done that already. All the cares of the monastery t
- 92 CECIL. I suppose I'm a cuckoo-May-fly. For I _hate_ wet days. And if you're going to cry again, it might just as well be wet, mightn't it? So do dry your eyes like a good girl. Let me do it for you. [_Does it with her handkerchief._][_She l
- 91 CECIL. No ties, no responsibilities, no ghastly little villa with children bellowing in the nursery. Just life in the open hedgerow. Life and love. Happy cuckoo!EVELYN [_furious_]. I think cuckoos detestable. They're mean, horrid, _disgusting_ birds.
- 90 He always has been in love with me, for years and years. [_Sighs._] Poor Reggie!CECIL. On the contrary. Happy Reggie!EVELYN [_astonished_]. What _do_ you mean?CECIL. To have been in love with you years and years. _I've_ only been in love with you a w
- 89 CECIL. Because if I were in London I might possibly get a brief. It's not likely, but it's possible. And if I got a brief I should have to be mugging in chambers, or wrangling in a stuffy court, instead of sitting under a tree in the shade with
- 88 [_Evelyn is leaning forward pondering this philosophy with a slightly puckered brow--a slight pause_]. I say, _you_ don't look a bit comfortable like that. Lean back against the tree. It's a first-rate tree. That's why I chose it.EVELYN [_t
- 87 EVELYN. I'm afraid I couldn't very well. You see it was really I who ought to have thought of the roses! I always do them. But this morning I forgot.CECIL. I see. [_Turning towards the tree._] Well, sit down now you are here. Isn't it a glo
- 86 KEZIA. Come close, sweetheart.[_She draws nearer to Joe, who does not move, and tries to keep the cane hidden. He suddenly draws her close to him with his right arm, and whispers._]JOE. Kezia.KEZIA [_softly_]. Joey, my dear! [_She nestles closer to him an
- 85 JOE. You'm a fair brute, Matthew Trevaskis.MATTHEW. And you'm a coward, Joe Pengilly. [_Matthew clasps his hands round his raised knee and nods at Joe, who sits._] I've given you golden advice, and if only a pal had given it to me years ago
- 84 JOE. Matthey!MATTHEW. Yes?JOE. Don't you think it is too late even now?MATTHEW. Fur what? It's no use speakin' i' riddles, man. Trust or no trust--that's my plan. Thee's the only livin' man or woman, for the matter of th
- 83 KEZIA. You was always one for pretty talk, Joe, but you're not a bit what you were i' deeds lately.[_Joe hands his cup for more tea._]JOE. 'Cause you snap me up so.KEZIA. There you are again, tryin' to pick a quarrel.[_Joe pulls his ch
- 82 _EPILOGUE_ [_Spoken in the character of PIERROT_]_The sun is up, yet ere a body stirs, A word with you, sweet ladies and dear sirs,_ [_Although on no account let any say That PIERROT finished Mr. Dowson's play_]._One night not long ago, at Baden Bade
- 81 I like thy Court but little-- PIERROT.Hus.h.!.+ the Queen!Bow, but not low--thou knowest what I mean.THE LADY. Nay, that I know not!PIERROT.Though she wears a crown, 'Tis from La Pompadour one fears a frown.THE LADY.Thou art a child: thy malice is a
- 80 THE LADY. Let brevity attend Thy wit, for night approaches to its end. PIERROT. Once was I a page at Court, so trust in me: Thats the first lesson of society. THE LADY. Society? PIERROT. I mean the very best Pardy! thou wouldst not hear about the rest.
- 79 Thou art not quick enough. Who hopes to catch A moon-beam, must use twice as much dispatch.PIERROT [_sitting down sulkily_].I grow aweary, and my heart is sore.Thou dost not love me; I will play no more.[_He buries his face in his hands. The Lady stands o
- 78 PIERROT. I dare not tell. THE LADY [_caressingly_]. Come, say! PIERROT. Is love all schooling, with no time to play? THE LADY. Though all loves lessons be a holiday, Yet I will humor thee: what wouldst thou play? PIERROT. What are the games that small m
- 77 Teach me again! I am a sorry dunce-- I never knew a task by conning once.THE LADY.Then come with me! below this pleasant shrine Of Venus we will presently recline, Until birds' twitter beckon me away To my own home, beyond the milky-way.I will instru
- 76 Music, more music for his soul's delight: Love is his lady for a summer's night.[_Pierrot reclines, and gazes at her while she dances. The dance finished, she beckons to him: he rises dreamily, and stands at her side._]PIERROT.Whence came, dear
- 75 Each flower and fern in this enchanted wood Leans to her fellow, and is understood; The eglantine, in loftier station set, Stoops down to woo the maidly violet.In gracile pairs the very lilies grow: None is companionless except Pierrot.Music, more music!
- 74 MRS. LEZINSKY [_bending over the baby-carriage_]. Good-by, Mrs.Rooney--next time you come, maybe you see her in the baby-carriage.[_Soothing the blanket_]--the little Eileen! [_Turns to her husband as the door closes._] Yes, Solly?[_They look at each othe
- 73 MRS. LEZINSKY. You make presents, eh, Solly? Are you a rabbi or a poor blind tailor--yes?LEZINSKY [_bursts out_]. She makes a mock at me--this shameless one!MRS. LEZINSKY. No, no, Solly-- LEZINSKY [_scathingly_]. Gietel!... [_His eyes never leave her face
- 72 MRS. LEZINSKY. I advise you not to have that operation now. He steals your money and don't help your eyes. Get another doctor. But baby-carriages like this ain't so plenty.LEZINSKY. G.o.d of Israel, shall I go blind because you would have a baby
- 71 LEZINSKY. We make up what we didn't get here maybe in the world to come, Goldie _leben_.MRS. LEZINSKY. Roast goose in the world to come! Such a business! Angels shouldn't eat, Solly. I take my roast goose now--then I sure get it....How much you
- 70 MRS. LEZINSKY. About how much, Mr. Rosenbloom? Say--an inch?MR. ROSENBLOOM. An inch or an inch and a half--maybe.MRS. LEZINSKY [_measures again_]. I think that makes them too short, Mr.Rosenbloom. One inch is plenty.MR. ROSENBLOOM. All right--one inch, th
- 69 MRS. LEZINSKY. How much you ask for that carriage, Mrs. Rooney?MRS. ROONEY. Sure, and I'd let it go for a $5 bill, Mrs. Lezinsky.MRS. LEZINSKY [_her face falls_]. Maybe you get that $5 ... Mrs. Rooney.Those Cohens make money by that stationery busine
- 68 MRS. LEZINSKY. Bring her in, Mrs. Rooney. Such a beautiful child--your Eileen!MRS. ROONEY. Can't stop--where's the kids?MRS. LEZINSKY. The janitress takes them to the moving pictures with her Izzy.MRS. ROONEY. You wouldn't believe the thing
- 67 MRS. A. Now you're strong and you're young.--'Ope's with ye still and life all before ye--and so I thought when my day came, and so I did.There was a day and 'alf a day of peace and content, and there was long, long years of think
- 66 TOM. An' sorry we'll be to lose ye....MARY. I'll put the dress on.[_She throws the frock over her arm and goes out with it._]ANN. Another girl would 'a' wedded him years ago in the first foolishness of it. But Mary, for all she sa
- 65 [_Praskovya stumbles towards the eikons and sinks blindly before them._]FOMa [_looking after Sasha_]. Poor devil!ASTeRYI. What's a man compared to an idea?[_Praskovya rolls over, dead._][_Curtain._] MARY'S WEDDING A PLAY BY GILBERT CANNAN Copyri
- 64 FOMa. What if all these years he had been an outcast, living in degradation?PRAS. Who has been eating here? Who has been drinking here? Something has happened! Tell me what it is.AST. Your son is not dead.PRAS. Not dead? Why do you say it so sadly? No, it
- 63 SASHA. From Siberia.AST. What were you doing in Siberia?SASHA. Do you not understand, Asteryi Ivanovitch? I am a criminal.AST. Ah!SASHA. A convict, a felon. I have escaped and come home. AST. Of what crime have you been guilty?SASHA. Do not ask me so many
- 62 AST. She has never had any friends; she needed none.FOMa. She has relatives, I suppose?AST. None.FOMa. What mystery explains this solitude?AST. If there is a mystery it is easily guessed. It is an everyday story; the story of a peasant woman betrayed and
- 61 FOMa. What face?VAR. The face looked in at the window!AST. Whose face?VAR. It is the man that we have seen watching us in the cemetery.PRAS. [_crossing herself_]. Oh, Heaven preserve me from this man! FOMa. [_opening the street door_]. There is n.o.body t
- 60 VAR. The six and the seven go. Saints preserve us! and the eight. [_She takes up a card to move it._] AST. No, not that one; leave that. VAR. Where did it come from? AST. From here. PRAS. No, from there. VAR. It was from here. AST. It is all the same. F
- 59 FOMa. What is it called?AST. It is called the Wolf!FOMa. Does it ever come out?AST. It has come out twice. The first time I found a purse in the street which somebody had lost. The second time the man above me at the office died, and I got his place.FOMa.
- 58 A VOICE [_without_]. Varvara! Varvara! There is no water in my jug.AST. There is one of the lodgers calling you.VAR. It is the schoolmaster.AST. Better not keep him waiting; he is an angry man.VAR. I will go. Excuse me, please. [_Exit Varvara. The clock t
- 57 JAMES. Well, if my own particular flame hadn't been fairly robust, the recent draughts might have knocked it about a bit. You have no more sacrifices in immediate view?... [_She looks at him in a certain marvelous way, and he suddenly swoops down and
- 56 I'm High and you're Low-- ROSAMUND. I'm not Low; I'm Broad, or else Evangelical.JAMES [_beginning calmly again_]. I'm High and you're Broad, and there was a serious question about candles and a genuflexion, and so we decided
- 55 JAMES [_who, during the foregoing scene, has been full of uneasy gestures; leaping with incredible swiftness from the shelter of the screen_]. Sir!ROSAMUND [_pus.h.i.+ng Gerald quickly away_]. Gerald!JAMES. May I inquire, sir, what is the precise signific
- 54 ROSAMUND. No, I expressly forbade it.JAMES. Ah!ROSAMUND. But still, I have a premonition he may come.JAMES [_a.s.suming a pugnacious pose_]. If he does, I will attend to him.ROSAMUND. Gerald was a terrible fighter. [_A resounding knock is heard at the doo
- 53 ROSAMUND. Never mind, it is a safe rule for unattached women always to behave as if they had relations, especially female relations whether they have any or not. My remark is, that if I had any relations they would be absolutely scandalized by this atroci
- 52 HELEN. Yes.GERARDO. Helen!HELEN. Yes. What else do you want? I will promise anything.GERARDO. And now may I go away in peace?HELEN [_rising_]. Yes. GERARDO. A last kiss?HELEN. Yes, yes, yes. [_They kiss pa.s.sionately._]GERARDO. In a year I am booked agai
- 51 HELEN [_dreamily_]. Oscar, I didn't say that I would shoot myself. When did I say that? Where would I find the courage to do that? I only said that I will die, if you don't take me with you. I will die as I would of an illness, for I only live w
- 50 HELEN. That man stood there to prevent me from seeing you!GERARDO. Helen!HELEN. You knew that I would come to see you.VALET [_rubbing his cheek_]. I did all I could, sir, but this lady actually-- HELEN. Yes, I slapped his face. GERARDO. Helen!HELEN. Shoul
- 49 VALET [_at the door_]. No, sir.GERARDO. Even if she offers to settle a fortune upon you.VALET. No, sir. [_He goes out._]GERARDO [_singing_]. _"Isolde! Geliebte! Bist du...."_ Well, if women don't get tired of me--Only the world is so full o
- 48 GERARDO [_holding the back of a chair; he hesitates, then shakes his head._] Who are you?MISS COEURNE. My name is Miss Coeurne.GERARDO. Yes.... Well?MISS COEURNE. I am very silly.GERARDO. I know. Come here, my dear girl. [_He sits down in an armchair and
- 47 [_The Waiter takes the coin with a respectful bow, blows his taxi whistle. As the answering whistle of the taxicab and the honk of the horn are heard the Beggar and Cocotte exit ceremoniously and the curtain falls._ [_Curtain._]THE TENOR A COMEDY BY FRANK
- 46 TOWNSMAN [_sternly_]. Brandy is not for children. You'll drink coffee.TOWNSWOMAN. Who says brandy is not for children? You get the most foolish ideas in your head. Hush, hush, my baby, you shall have some brandy.AMERICAN. They ought to offer a medal
- 45 FIRST POLICEMAN. Sure, it's against the law. Why shouldn't it be?SECOND POLICEMAN [_shaking their heads_]. This is no place for us.[_Exit Left._]ARTIST [_to the Young Man_]. Does it begin to dawn on you that true love of one's neighbor woul
- 44 TOWNSMAN. As long as you have your tongue, my dear, you are not defenseless.TOWNSWOMAN. It is your business to talk to him. [_Kisses the Child._]My poor little Phillip! Your father is no man.TOWNSMAN. I was before I got married. [_Crosses to the American.
- 43 TOWNSMAN. For the child, a gla.s.s of milk, but be sure it's well cooked.[_To the Child._] A little gla.s.s of good ninni for my darling, a gla.s.s of ninni from the big moo cow.TOWNSMAN [_mocking her_]. And for me a gla.s.s of red wine--a little gla
- 42 BEGGAR [_sings_]: Kind sir, have pity while you can, Remember the old beggar man The poor beggar man.WAITER [_sitting at table, R. C., looks up from his newspaper_]. Shut up!BEGGAR. Don't get fres.h.!.+ I was once a _head_ waiter!WAITER. That must ha
- 41 FRANcOISE [_smiling through her tears_]. Best of husbands! You're not going out then? You'll stay?MARCEL [_in Francoise's arms_]. Can I go now, now that I'm here? You are so pretty that I-- FRANcOISE. Not when I'm in trouble.MARCE
- 40 MARCEL. Thank you!FRANcOISE. I took good care of your dignity, you may be sure of that.Here we were together; I told him the story of my life during the last year--how I loved you--and then he broke down. When I learned the truth, he said he would go away
- 39 GUeRIN. So it's come to that!FRANcOISE. You see, Marcel can't get used to the idea that his other life is over, dead and buried, that he's married for good--that he must do as others do. I do my best and tell him, but my very presence only
- 38 FRANcOISE. Good!GUeRIN [_ironically_]. It's so long since I've seen Marcel.FRANcOISE. Three years.GUeRIN. So many things have happened since!FRANcOISE. You find him a married man, for one thing-- GUeRIN. Happily married!FRANcOISE. Yes, happily!
- 37 MADELEINE. Ah, men are very--I'll say the word after I leave. [_She goes out through the little door._]MARCEL [_alone_]. "Men are very--!" If we were, the women would have a very stupid time of it![_He is about to follow Madeleine._][_Enter
- 36 MARCEL. But, Madeleine-- MADELEINE. Don't call me Madeleine.MARCEL. Madame Guerin! Madame Guerin! if I told you how much your note meant to me! How excited I was! I trembled when I read it!MADELEINE. I'll warrant you read it before your wife?MAR
- 35 MARCEL. Where? Here, in my house?MADELEINE. My dear, he may want to tell you how he feels.[_A pause._]MARCEL [_aside, troubled_]. The devil! And Francoise? [_Another pause._]Oh, a duel! Well, I ought to risk my life for you; you have done the same thing f
- 34 MARCEL. I must confess your visit is a little surprising. MADELEINE. Especially after my sending that note this morning. I thought I should prefer not to trouble you. MARCEL [_uncertain_]. Ah! MADELEINE. Yes. MARCEL. Well? MADELEINE. Well, no! MARCEL. I
- 33 FRANcOISE. Perhaps.MARCEL [_unthinkingly_]. You know, Francoise, one can never be sure of one's self.FRANcOISE. Of course!MARCEL. No one can say, "I love to-day, and I shall love to-morrow." You or any one else.FRANcOISE [_offended_]. I? MA
- 32 FRANcOISE. Just a trifle, aren't you?MARCEL. No jealousy, dear! The day of adventures is dead and buried.Thirty-five mortal years, a scarcity of hair, a noticeable rotundity--and married! Opportunities are fewer now!FRANcOISE [_playfully_]. Don'
- 31 MARCEL. Am I not that friend?FRANcOISE. You are the man I love. Should I consult with you, where your happiness is concerned?MARCEL. Too deep for me! [_Yawning._] Oh, I'm tired!FRANcOISE. Did you come in late last night?MARCEL. Three o'clock. FR
- 30 LAMBLIN [_brightening_]. Is that true? [_Madame Bail nods._] How happy I am! [_A pause. His att.i.tude changes._] But there's one thing that troubles me.MADAME BAIL. What?LAMBLIN [_embarra.s.sed_]. No, nothing.MADAME BAIL. Confide in me. Tell me. [_A
- 29 LAMBLIN. Not at all. I think of you very often, and if you were to disappear, I should miss you a great deal. Only it's a long way between that and disturbing my equilibrium.MADAME COGe. And I suppose you love your wife?LAMBLIN. Are you jealous?MADAM
- 28 Thank you so much! I might just as well go!MADAME BAIL. That would be madness. You wouldn't be so foolish as to do it.MARTHE. Yes--I know--society would blame me!MADAME BAIL. That's the first point. We should submit to everything rather than do
- 27 MADAME BAIL. You needn't worry! Catch me marrying again!LAMBLIN [_timidly_]. There is a great deal to be said for the happiness of married life.MADAME BAIL. For the men!LAMBLIN. For every one. Is not the hearth a refuge, a sacred spot, where both man
- 26 POET.No, thanks. I shall remain and think of what has died.MARQUISE.May you have the protection of my defunct illusion.[_She goes out._] [_Curtain._]MONSIEUR LAMBLIN A COMEDY BY GEORGE ANCEY TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH BY BARRETT H. CLARK.CHARACTERS LAMBLI
- 25 But about which the dreamer's world revolves.MARQUISE.I do not dream, I wish....POET.I know well what I wish.... MARQUISE.Well then, we wish that it should not be merely a consonant.POET.No, rather that it should be poetry.MARQUISE.Suppose that it we
- 24 Sheer vanity! Women always presume That their mere earthly presence gives men pleasure. MARQUISE. You are clear-witted And a pattern of such good common-sense. Who would believe That a poet, dabbler in every sort of folly, May turn discreet when mysteriou
- 23 POET. I? Never. MARQUISE. Then how do you write your verse? POET. I make poems The way your seamstresses make your dresses. MARQUISE. With a pattern and a measure? POET. With a pattern and a measure. MARQUISE. Impossible! Poets give tongue to truth subl
- 22 THE UNCLE. The light! The light! [_At this moment, quick and heavy steps are heard in the room on the left.--Then a deathly silence.--They listen in mute terror, until the door of the room opens slowly; the light from it is cast into the room where they a
- 21 THE FATHER. Lighter than here.THE UNCLE. For my part, I would as soon talk in the dark.THE FATHER. So would I. [_Silence._]THE GRANDFATHER. It seems to me the clock makes a great deal of noise....THE ELDEST DAUGHTER. That is because we are not talking any
- 20 THE GRANDFATHER. It is all of you who seem to me to be strange!THE FATHER. Do you want anything?THE GRANDFATHER. I do not know what ails me.THE ELDEST DAUGHTER. Grandfather! grandfather! What do you want, grandfather?THE GRANDFATHER. Give me your little h
- 19 THE FATHER. You are going mad! [_He and the Uncle make signs to each other to signify the Grandfather has lost his reason._]THE GRANDFATHER. I can hear quite well that you are afraid.THE FATHER. But what should we be afraid of?THE GRANDFATHER. Why do you
- 18 THE SERVANT. No, sir. THE FATHER. But we heard some one open the door! THE SERVANT. It was I shutting the door. THE FATHER. It was open? THE SERVANT. Yes, sir. THE FATHER. Why was it open at this time of night? THE SERVANT. I do not know, sir. I had shu
- 17 THE FATHER. No; once he was as rational as we are; he never said anything extraordinary. I am afraid Ursula encourages him a little too much; she answers all his questions....THE UNCLE. It would be better not to answer them. It's a mistaken kindness
- 16 THE FATHER. The carpenter will set it right to-morrow.THE GRANDFATHER. Is the carpenter coming to-morrow.THE DAUGHTER. Yes, grandfather; he is coming to do some work in the cellar.THE GRANDFATHER. He will make a noise in the house.THE DAUGHTER. I will tel
- 15 THE FATHER. You see nothing coming, Ursula?THE ELDEST DAUGHTER [_at the window_]. Nothing, father.THE FATHER. Not in the avenue? Can you see the avenue?THE DAUGHTER. Yes, father; it is moonlight, and I can see the avenue as far as the cypress wood.THE GRA
- 14 THE UNCLE. You know quite well that your father-in-law likes to alarm us needlessly.THE GRANDFATHER. I don't see things as you do.THE UNCLE. You ought to rely on us, then, who can see. She looked very well this afternoon. She is sleeping quietly now;
- 13 GIL. What are you going to put out for sale, if I may be so bold as to ask? The novel madame has written?CLEM. Ah, so you know already. At all events, Mr. Gilbert, it seems that your _camaraderie_ is not required any further.GIL. Yes. There's really
- 12 MARG. Oh, it's true. I have nothing to reproach you with. We were made for one another. Yes, Clement was right. We're worse than those women who appear in flesh-colored tights. Our most sacred feelings, our pangs--everything--we make copy of eve
- 11 GIL. Why, you yourself, just now.MARG. How so? I say the heroine of the book deceives her husband with a baritone.GIL. Ba.s.s would have been more sublime, mezzo-soprano more piquant.MARG. Then she doesn't go to Munich, but to Dresden; and there, has
- 10 MARG. Heavens, when I think that I endured this twaddle for one whole year I-- GIL. Endure? You were intoxicated with joy. Don't try to be ungrateful.I'm not. Admitting that you behaved never so execrably at the end, yet I can't bring mysel
- 9 MARG. What do you mean?GIL. Would you much rather that I beat around the bush? I can find no other word, to my regret. And it was so uncalled for, too.Straightforwardness would have done just as nicely. It was quite unnecessary to run away from Munich und
- 8 MARG. My publisher.CLEM. Then it's been read already.MARG. Yes, and lots more will read it. Clement, you will have cause to be proud, believe me.CLEM. You're mistaken, my dear. I think--but, tell me, what's it about?MARG. I can't tell
- 7 CLEM. I hope so. And I thank heaven that somehow you didn't seem to be altogether one of them, either. No. Whenever I call to mind that junto--the Russian girl, for instance, who because of her close-cropped hair gave the appearance of a student--exc
- 6 CLEM. Quite so. No question about that. As a matter of principle, you realize, I've no grudge against the cotton industry.MARG. Even if my husband happened to be the owner of a cotton mill, that didn't have to effect my personal outlook on life,
- 5 LITERATURE A COMEDY BY ARTHUR SCHNITZLER [SCENE: _Moderately well, but quite inexpensively furnished apartments occupied by Margaret. A small fireplace, a table, a small escritoire, a settee, a wardrobe cabinet, two windows in the back, entrances left and
- 4 There's more--I must remember--Bergamo, Where I was born--the house in Feltre where The uncles and the cousins were....Then they put me upon a gallant steed Caparisoned most splendidly--they rode, Cousins and many others by my side.And so I came here
- 3 DIANORA.His voice is all he has, the strange monk, Yet people flock, hang on his words like bees Upon the dark sweet blossoms, and they say "This man is not like others--he Does shake our souls, his voice melts into s.p.a.ce, Floats down to us, and p
- 2 NURSE. When our gracious lord came to the stall, the roan put back his ears, foamed with rage and suddenly snapped at the master's hand.DIANORA. And then?NURSE. Then the master hit the roan behind the ears with his fist so that the big, strong horse