The Blue Bird: a Fairy Play in Six Acts by Maurice Maeterlinck
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page 121 of 198 (61%)
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time to make the acquaintance of all the rest....
(_A troop of little_ HAPPINESSES, _frisking and bursting with laughter, run up from the back of the halls and dance round the_ CHILDREN _in a ring_.) TYLTYL How pretty, how very pretty they are!... Where do they come from, who are they?... LIGHT They are the Children's Happinesses.... TYLTYL Can one speak to them? LIGHT It would be no use. They sing, they dance, they laugh, but they do not talk yet.... TYLTYL (_skipping about_) How do you do? How do you do?... Oh, look at that fat one laughing!... What pretty cheeks they have, what pretty frocks they have!... Are they all rich here?... LIGHT Why, no, here, as everywhere, there are many more poor than rich.... TYLTYL Where are the poor ones?... |
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