Identifier: cu31924021754076 (find matches)
Title: Rollo's wild oat; a comedy in three acts
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Kummer, Clare Beecher
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Publisher: New York, S. French, (etc., etc.)
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
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ve you your fathers leave. What saysPolonius ? POLONIUS. He hath me Lord, wrung from me me slowleave By laboursome petition, and at last Upon his will I sealed me hard consent; I do beseech you, give him leave to go.King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, And thy best graces spend it at thy will! But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son—Hamlet. (Aside) A little more than kin, and less than kind.King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you?Hamlet. Not so, my Lord; I am too much i the sun.Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off, And let thine eye look like a friend on Den-mark. Do not forever with thy veiled lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Thou knowst tis common; all that live mustdie. Passing thru nature to eternity.Hamlet. Ay, Madam, it is common.Queen. If it be. Why seems it so particular with thee? (RoLLO, who has intended to play in the simplemodern manner, is by this time infected zmththe old-school work of the others, and beginsto sing his lines.)
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ROLLOS WILD OAT 73 Hamlet. Seems, madam, nay it is, I know not seems. (He rises, letting his cloak fall back on seat.)Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,Nor customary suits of solemn black,Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,Nor the dejected havior of the visageTogether with all forms, moods, shapes ofgrief— (GoLDiE enters.) GoLDiE. (Softly) Rollo!Hamlet. That can denote me truly, these indeed seem For they are actions, that a man might play.GoLDiE. (Louder) Rollo!Hamlet. But I have that within, which passeth show, These but the trappings and the suits of woe.King. (Taking Rollos cue to ignore Goldie) Tis sweet and commendable in your nature,Hamlet, to Give these mourning duties to your father.Goldie. (Desperately) Oh, stop—wait—its your Grandfather Hamlet. Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, (King and Queen rise.) Hamlet. Sit down! (King and Queen sit.) Hamlet. Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! 74 ROLLOS WILD OAT Or th

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