Plays: Fourth Series: The Bridal Crown, The Spook Sonata, The First Warning, Gustavus Vasa

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C. Scribner's sons, 1916 - 281 pages
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Page 113 - He shrinks back, trying in vain to free his hand. OLD MAN. Don't leave me. I am tired now and lonely, but I haven't always been like this, you know. I have an enormously long life behind me, enormously long. I have made people unhappy and people have made me unhappy— the one cancels out the other— but before I die I want to see you happy. Our fates are entwined through your father— and other things.
Page 46 - And ye shall dwell with us : and the land shall be before you ; dwell and trade ye therein, and get you possessions therein.
Page 115 - I can watch, at least from a distance. STUDENT. What am I to do? OLD MAN. First go to The Valkyrie. STUDENT. That's settled. What else? OLD MAN. This evening you must be in there — in the Round Room. STUDENT. How am I to get there? OLD MAN. By way of The Valkyrie. STUDENT. Why have you chosen...
Page 146 - ... itself. Why will you not be my bride? Because the very life-spring within you is sick . . . now I can feel that vampire in the kitchen beginning to suck me. I believe she is a Lamia, one of those that suck the blood of children. It is always in the kitchen quarters that the seed-leaves of the children are nipped, if it has not already happened in the bedroom.
Page 130 - ... this true? OLD MAN, indicating his pocket. Do you want to read it? COLONEL. No, that's not necessary. Who are you, and what right have you to sit there stripping me in this fashion? OLD MAN. You will see. But as far as stripping you goes.
Page 120 - Look at him in his war chariot, drawn in triumph by the beggars, who get nothing for their pains but the hint of a treat at his funeral.
Page 147 - You poor little child — you child of a world of illusion, guilt, suffering, and death — a world of eternal change, disappointment, and pain — may the Lord of Heaven deal mercifully with you on your journey!
Page 114 - I find an arm to do my will. Serve me and you shall have power. STUDENT. Is it a bargain? Am I to sell my soul? OLD MAN. Sell nothing. Listen. All my life I have taken. Now I have a craving to give — give. But no one will accept. I am rich, very rich, but I have no heirs, except for a good-for-nothing who torments the life out of me. Become my son.
Page 111 - ... one doesn't talk of such things! OLD MAN. I was almost sure of it. But you can talk to me, because I understand such things. STUDENT. Yesterday, for instance. ... I was drawn to that obscure little street where later on the house collapsed.
Page 104 - ... cap and hangs it on the fountain, wipes the perspiration from her forehead, washes her hands and arranges her hair, using the water as a mirror. A steamship bell is heard, and now and then the silence is broken by the deep notes of an organ in a nearby church. After a few moments, when all is silent and the MILKMAID has finished her toilet, the STUDENT enters from the left. He has had a sleepless night and is unshaven. He goes straight up to the fountain. There is a pause before he speaks. STUDENT....

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