A Book of Plays for Little Actors

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Page 118 - OLD Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone: But when she got there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.
Page 79 - Ladybird, Ladybird, fly away home, Your house is on fire, your children will burn.
Page 118 - She went to the hatter's To buy him a hat, But when she came back He was feeding the cat. She went to the barber's To buy him a wig, But when she came back He was dancing a jig. She went to the fruiterer's To buy him some fruit, But when she came back He was playing the flute.
Page 118 - She went to the baker's To buy him some bread, But when she came back The poor dog was dead. She went to the joiner's To buy him a coffin, But when she came back The poor dog was laughing.
Page 85 - No, no, no; said he cut down his apple-tree." " George's apple-tree ? " "No, no; his father's." "Oh!" "He said " "His father said?" "No, no, no; George said, 'Father, I cannot tell a lie. I did it with my little hatchet.
Page 119 - To buy him some fruit, And when she came back He was playing the flute. She went to the tailor's To buy him a coat, And when she came back He was riding a goat. She went to the cobbler's To buy him some shoes, And when she came back He was reading the news. She went to the sempstress To buy him some linen, And when she came back The dog was spinning. She went to the hosier's To buy him some hose, And when she came back He was dressed in his clothes. The dame made a curtsey, The dog made a bow ; The...
Page 140 - When the princess is fifteen years old, she shall prick her finger with a spindle and die.
Page 65 - I could not have slept tonight if I had left that helpless little creature perish on the ground.
Page 86 - My boy, you did wrong to cut down the cherry tree, but I forgive you because you told the truth so bravely. I would rather lose a thousand cherry trees than have you tell a lie.
Page 25 - Stop mocking me ! Echo. Stop mocking me ! jack. Keep still ! Echo. Keep still ! Jack. Don't answer me again ! Echo. Answer me again ! Jack. You're a bad boy. Echo. You're a bad boy. Jack. Go away from here ! Echo. Away from here ! Mother. Jack! What makes you shout so ? jack. Oh, Mother ! There is a boy hiding in the mountain.

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