One-act Plays by Modern AuthorsHelen Louise Cohen Harcourt, Brace, 1921 - 342 trang |
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Abbey Theatre ALBERT AMERICAN ANNE baby Balsage Bartley Fallon beauty BILL BLANCHE Booth Tarkington CATHERINE CATHLEEN Citizeness CLIFTON comes CRAWSHAW d'Anville DAUGHTER dear DICKON door DOSSONVILLE Douce-cœur drama dream DUTCH YOUTH EILIR MORRIS ELOISE Eloise d'Anville English eyes face FATHER FRED GERMAN goes GRANDFATHER GUIDO hand hear heart HERBERT Jack Smith JAMES RYAN JEANNE Josephine Preston Peabody LADY Lady Gregory laugh light LISETTA Little Theatre look Lord Dunsany LOUIS MAGISTRATE MANUFACTURER MARGARET MARY MAURYA monsieur never night NORA one-act play PAUL PEELE Percy MacKaye PIERRETTE PIERROT PLAYER POLICEMAN POLLY poor RICHARD Robert Edmond Jones SHAWN EARLY singing sits smile SNIGGERS song soul speak stands TARPEY tell thee There's thing thou TIM CASEY TOFF Toffy turns typhus UNCLE VALSIN VAVASOUR VIOLA voice vurry window woman Wurzel-Flummery
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Trang 204 - An old woman will be soon tired with anything she will do, and isn't it nine days herself is after crying and keening, and making great sorrow in the house?
Trang 197 - ... at the halter, to CATHLEEN). Let you go down each day, and see the sheep aren't jumping in on the rye, and if the jobber comes you can sell the pig with the black feet if there is a good price going. MAURYA. How would the like of her get a good price for a Pig?
Trang 203 - To an old man. Maybe yourself and Eamon would make a coffin when the sun rises. We have fine white boards herself bought, God help her, thinking Michael would be found, and I have a new cake you can eat while you'll be working.
Trang 200 - She is, Cathleen. She's coming up to the door. Cathleen. Put these things away before she'll come in. Maybe it's easier shell be after giving her blessing to Bartley, and we won't let on we've heard anything the time he's on the sea. Nora (helping CATHLEEN to close the bundle). Well put them here in the corner. They put them into a hole in the chimney corner. CATHLEEN goes back to the spinning-wheel. Nora. Will she see it was crying I was? Cathleen. Keep your back to the door the way the light'll...
Trang 262 - I have grown to believe that an old man, seated in his armchair, watting patiently, with his lamp beside him; giving unconscious ear to all the eternal laws that reign about his house, interpreting, without comprehending, the silence of doors and windows and the quivering voice of the light, submitting with bent head to the presence of his soul and his destiny...
Trang 204 - ... when the sun rises. We have fine white boards herself bought, God help her, thinking Michael would be found, and I have a new cake you can eat while you'll be working. THE OLD MAN [looking at the boards]. Are there nails with them?
Trang 163 - Is that what you are saying, Bridget Tully, and is that what you think? I tell you it's too much talk you have, making yourself out to be such a great one, and to be running down every respectable person ! A rope, is it? It isn't much of a rope was needed to tie up your own furniture the day you came into Martin Tully's house, and you never bringing as much as a blanket, or a penny, or a suit of clothes with you and I myself bringing seventy pounds and two feather beds. And now you are stiffer than...
Trang 203 - I'll have now, and it's time surely. It's a great rest I'll have now, and great sleeping in the long nights after Samhain, if it's only a bit of wet flour we do have to eat, and maybe a fish that would be stinking.'"11 [She kneels down again, crossing herself, and saying prayers under her breath.] <62)CATHLEEN [to an old man].
Trang 202 - ... lying on my two knees, and I seen two women, and three women, and four women coming in, and they crossing themselves and not saying a word. I looked out then, and there were men coming after them, and they holding a thing in the half of a red sail, and water dripping out of it - it was a dry day, Nora - and leaving a track to the door.
Trang 204 - Michael has a clean burial in the far north, by the grace of the Almighty God. Hartley will have a fine coffin out of the white boards, and a deep grave surely. What more can we want than that? No man at all can be living for ever, and we must be satisfied.