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Back to the place where they began,Id give my life to more content.3rd Owl:-Such is thy dream.1st Owl:-A Mid-Summer Nights Dream blendsInto a Winters Tale, and I am coldAnd sick at heart.3rd Owl:-Alls Well.1st Owl:-Why do I shudder? Tis Much Ado About Nothing.And yet,-why,-Is this a knife I see before me?That goads me on to this resistless Hell,Is there no justice? Wrap around meThe shroud and place me on the altarOf eternal torment.-This corpse away!Place it on the track of yon coming train.At last we will be free. (Exeunt)ACT III.Scene: Mr. Sander’s Home.Enter: Owl One and Miss Sanders.Miss S.: -Your face is a book, wherein menMay read strange matter. Bear welcomeIn you eye, your hand, your tongue.1st Owl:-This is the Twelfth Night, since theMishap of Owl Two. I have beenUnable to forbear the Tempest;His memory hath much affected me.Miss S.: -Since I have promised to be thine,For nothing good can come of sorrow,Make thyself merry in my presence.Thy lot, my lot, we do combine,As thou has promised to thy death.But pray tell me, is there nothing else,That makes thy brow to drop?1st Owl:-Bless you, fair dame! I am to you unknown,Though in your state of honour, I am perfect.I doubt not some danger doth approach you.I have done no harm, but I remember now,I am in this earthly world, where to do harmIs often laudable; to do good, sometimesAccounted dangerous folly. I dare not speak further.But cruel are the times, when we hold rumorFrom what we fear, and know not what we fear;But float upon a wild and violent sea.Pass we to more merry discourse?Miss S.: -When had you thought to be our wedding day?1st Owl:-After the Senior Banquet.Miss S.:--After that many a happy day,For in thy honesty, thou are nobleIn thy goodness thou art merry.Until then I shall hope for a better day.Fare-Thee-Well.(Execunt)Scene II. Mr. Saunders’ Home. Three Months latter.Enter: Mr. Saunders, Miss Saunders, Mr Ramsey,Seniors, Sixty-eight in number.(Music)Mr, S. :--Seniors, enjoy yourselves; this is a day set apart for you.Miss S.:All our serviceIn every part twice done and the doubleWould be poor and single business to contendAgainst those honors deep and broad wherewithYour honor loads our house.A Sen. :--Give us some music, music, theMoody food of us that trade in love.All: -- The music, music! Ho, ho, the music.Be it so!(Music,A Song)44 |
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Bloomington High School |
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