The Atlantic Book of Modern Plays

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DAVID. Aye. I never thocht of it before, but that's what it is. He's no' come to it yet, an' I'm past it. (_Suddenly_) What's the most important thing in life, John?

MRS. FALLON. 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 b...

THE KING (_to_ THE SERVANT). Do thou likewise. (_To_ THE BEGGAR) I have ordered thee here to speak to thee concerning a very grave matter. Thou art the beggar, I understand, who...

HILDA. I'll try. Yet you must be patient with him if he doesn't understand. Don't ever forget his long fight against all kinds of Prussianism when you hear him reviled by those...

(_The door in rear is opened and_ MRS. KEENEY _stands in the doorway. She is a slight, sweet-faced little woman primly dressed in black. Her eyes are red from weeping and her fa...

_The room is scantily furnished and the women are poorly clad. MORAG is barefooted. At the back is the door that leads to the outside. On the left of the door is a small window....

MARY STEWART. Och! be quiet now; I would be listening till the last sound of it passes into the great hills and over all the wide world.--It is fitting for you to be crying, a c...

VIOLETTA. Dear Pompdebile, let's give it up. It's such a silly law! Why should a great splendid ruler like you follow it just because one of your ancestors, who wasn't half as n...

KNAVE. All my life I have had a craving for tarts of any kind. There is something in my nature that demands tarts--something in my constitution that cries out for them--and I ob...

(JOHN TALBOT _unbars the door, and bars it again upon the entrance of_ HUGH TALBOT. _The latter comes slowly into the room. He is a man in his late thirties, a tall, martial fig...

LINK Let it go! That's whar us Yanks left our back door ajar and Johnson stuck his foot in: kep' it thar, too, till he got it squoze off by old Slocum. Let Culp's Hill lay for n...

(EMMA _lets him in, closes door, and, leaving him standing in the middle of the room, resumes work on her knees at the box._ SAM HORROCKS _is a hulking young man of a rather vac...

BARTLEY (_to_ CATHLEEN). If the west wind holds with the last bit of the moon let you and Nora get up weed enough for another cock for the kelp. It's hard set we'll be from this...

MAURTEEN BRUIN Come, sit beside me, colleen, And put away your dreams of discontent, For I would have you light up my last days Like the good glow of the turf, and when I die I...

STEINVOR Gunnar has seen his death: he is spoken for. He would not sail because, when he rode down Unto the ship, his horse stumbled and threw him, His face toward the Lithe and...

BIARTEY (_who spins through all that follows_) Lady, the man of fame who is your man Gave us his peace to-night, and that of his house. We are blown beggars tramping about the l...

Oh, they have hurt you--but that is forgot. Boy, it is bedtime; though I am too changed, And cannot lift you up and lay you in, You shall go warm to bed--I'll put you there. The...

Miss Dix is author of several plays--in addition to those from _Allison's Lad_ included in the play-list, of _Across the Border_, and, with the late Evelyn Greenleaf Sutherland,...

X-O: A NIGHT OF THE TROJAN WAR: Trojans and Greeks, lovers of poetry, fellowship, and justice, carry on ruthless slaughter, and by irreparable losses strike a balance of exact a...

LAST MASKS: A dying man in the Vienna Hospital contrives an opportunity for the cruel stroke he has intended at a man who has succeeded where he himself has failed; at the momen...