The Blue Bird: a Fairy Play in Six Acts by Maurice Maeterlinck
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WATER Yes, it's the one that suited me best.... FIRE (_between his teeth_) She's not brought her umbrella.... WATER What's that?... FIRE Nothing, nothing.... WATER I thought you might be speaking of a great red I saw the other day.... THE CAT Come, don't let as quarrel; we have more important things to do.... We are only waiting for Bread; where is he? THE DOG He was making an endless fuss about choosing his dress.... FIRE Worth while, isn't it, for a fellow who looks a fool and carries an enormous stomach?... THE DOG At last, he decided in favour of a Turkish robe, adorned with gems, a scimitar and a turban.... |
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