Price 25 Cents unmnoBHKEp giH[iii| ijp(iiiJHip The Land of » Forgetfulness Monogtttpl Practical Instructions for Private Theatricals By W. D. EMERSON Author of "A Country Romance," "The Unknown Rival," "Humble Pie," etc. Price, 25 cents Here is a practical hand-book, describing in detail all thfc accessories, properties, scenes and apparatus necessary for an amateur production. In addition to the descriptions in words, everything is clearly shown in the numerous pictures, more than one hundred being inserted in the book. No such useful book has ever been offered to the amateur players of any country. CONTENTS Chapter I. Introductory Remarks. Chapter II. Stage, How to Make, etc. In drawing-rooms or parlors, with sliding or hinged doors. In a single large room. The Curtain; how to attach it, and raise it, etc. Chapter III. Arrangement of Scenery. How to haug it. Drapery, tormentors, wings, borders, drops. Chapter IV. Box Scenes. Center door pieces, plain wings, door wings, return pieces, etc. Chapter V. How to Light the Stage. Oil, gas and electric light. Footlights, Sidelights, Reflectors. How to darken the stage, etc. Chapter VI. Stage Effects. Wind,, Rain, Thunder, Break- ing Glass, Falling Buildings, Snow, Water, Waves, Cascades, Passing Trains, Lightning, Chimes, Sound of Hors**' Hoofa^ Shots. Chapter VII. Scene Painting. Chapter VIII. A Word to the Property Man, Chapter IX. To the Stage Manager. Chapter X. The Business Manager. Address Orders to THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANt CHICAGO, ILLINOIS THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS BY KATHARINE KESTER A CHILDREN'S PLAY IN THREE ACTS ESPECIALLY ADAPTED TO OUT-OF-DOOR PERFORMANCES COPYRIGHT, 1918 BY THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY CHICAGO THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY 1^5 CHARACTERS. The Pied Piper. Prince Rupert — Imprisoned by Frowza in Fairyland. Margaret — A maiden of Hamline town. Peter — A Peasant of Hamline town. The Queen of the Fairies. The King of the Elves. Frowza — The Witch. Children of Hamline Town : Bertha, Hans, Gretchen, Walther, Trudel, Franz, Elizabeth, Fritz, Lottchen, Hermann, Hedwig, Elsa. Flower Fairies : Rose, Violet, Buttercup, Bluebell, Fern. There should be at least twelve in the band of children from Hamline, five fairies, and three elves, and as many more may be used in each of these groups as desired. MM -2191.8 QCl.D 4 9 45V THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS ACT I. [The Pied Piper and children are seen in the distance. The Piper plays and the children come trooping after him singing and laughing. They come onto the stage. A Ger- man folk-dance may be used here, if desired. The Piper remains in the background watching the children, a smile on his lips. When the dance is ended, he comes fonvard, breaking into their midst.] Piper. Enough, enough! Break off and rest awhile! The way was long for all your little feet. But not one of you thought of weariness — 'Twas happiness and joy that filled your heads. Now thanks, my pipe, for what thou'st done today. Thou canst at my command bring mirth to some, To others, sorrow. Bertha. Master Piper man ! Piper. Ay, what wouldst thou? Bertha. As through this wood we came, I looked around me, for the pretty flowers And trees just seemed to smile and nod at me. And so I looked about, and there I saw — Guess what ! Piper. Oh, tellme, I could never guess. Fritz. Yes, tell us quick for I saw something, too. Gretchen. And so did I ! Hedwig. , And I ! Walther. And I did, too ! Bertha. A tiny little man, all dressed in brown ! Fritz. A fat and jolly, rosy, little man ! [Children all nod and agree.] 3 4 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS Bertha. I saw him peeking from beneath a flower And looking at me, twinkling with his eyes. And when I stopped just once to look at him, Why, he was gone ! Fritz. And so was mine ! Gretchen. And mine! Hedwig. Oh, tell us, Piper, what the brown things were. Piper. [Laughs.] Why, yes, dear children, those were little elves. Walther. Real elves, that only live in story books ? Piper. Real elves, that only live in Fairyland. Lottchen. Are we in Fairyland ? All Children. [Wondering and awestruck.] In Fairy- land ? Piper. In Fairyland, my dears, is where you are, The fairest, loveliest country 'neath the sun. Here all is happiness the whole day long, No books, no lessons, nothing here but fun. Franz. I'd like to stay here always ! Trudel. So would I ! [Children all nod and agree.] Piper. And so you shall, my dears, and so you shall ! [Children laugh and clap their hands.] , Hermann. And shall we see the fairies and the elves? Piper. Ay, certainly, and that without delay. I'll call them now. [Blows a few notes on his pipe.] Come hither, little elves. They'll be here presently. [Elves come in from all sides, running, jumping, creeping, turning somersaults.] Ah, here they are ! Come, come, give greeting to our visitors. What, visitors ! Nay, nay, they've come to stay ! Do bid them welcome, elves. Go shake their hands, For that's the way the mortals greet each other. [Elves go around shaking hands with children.'] THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 5 Piper. [Introducing.'] This, children, is the little Elf- land king. Elf-King. In Elfland's name, I'm glad to welcome you. I'm glad that you have come to see us here. For 'tis a finer, fairer land than yours. Come see us in our homes beneath the ground, For that is where we elfmen live and work. We place deep in the ground the precious gems, Like this one which this little maiden wears. Come dine with us on roasted grasshoppers' legs. 'Tis kingly fare, I'm sure you'll like it much, As long as you are good, we'll treat you well, We'll play with you and show you many things. But if you should be naughty, then beware ! The elves will come and pinch you black and blue ! [Children shudder.] Piper. I know they will be good, your majesty. So now let all the elves and children join In merry sport, say, in a game of ball. I'd have a word with you. Children. Yes, let's play ball ! [Children and elves go to back of stage and play ball.] Piper. I want to tell you why I brought them here. Elf-King. Ay, ay, and I am anxious to be told. Piper. Thou knowest the charms my wondrous pipe can work. Elf-King. Thy pipe has served thee many a good turn. Piper. It is a noble instrument, indeed. Well, yestereven, as I journeyed through Old Brunswick, by the river Weser's side, I talked with peasants, as I always do And all their conversation was the same, For instance, when I met a farmer man, "Good-day !" said I. "Say not good day," quoth he, "And why ?" I asked, "Is not the weather fine ?" "Ay, fine for vermin," was my friend's reply. "Your crops are growing well," I ventured then. "They'll feed the rats, I doubt it not," said he. 6 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS "Come, come, my friend," I cried, "You're pessi- mistic !" "How can a man be otherwise ?" said he, "Why know you not how Hamline town's besieged? They're simply overrun with awful rats !" Elf-King. With rats ! Why, stop a moment, that re- minds me. This morning there appeared in dear old Elfland A host of sleek and well-kept, giant rats. We use them for our horses, as you know. But where they ever came from, I don't know. Piper. Why, that's within my story ; you shall hear. Well, I went straight to Hamline town in Brunswick, And found affairs in a most awful state. I went to Hamline's Mayor and Corporation, And said that I would rid their town of rats If they would give me then a thousand guilders. "One ! "Fifty-thousand !" was their joyous cry. So out into the street I went and piped, And after me of course the rats came trooping. I dumped them in the river Weser's tide, Whence they came down to you. Elf-King. Ah, now I see ! And thanks for such a splendid lot of steeds ! Piper. [Laughs.] No thanks to me, but my beloved pipe. Well, to go on, I went to get my pay, For they had promised me a thousand guilders ; But to my great surprise, they would not pay ! I said, "I'll make you pay !" So out I went, And piped again, this time a different tune. And now, instead of rats, the children came And followed in my wake, with song and dance. I brought them here, and here they are to stay. The innocent must suffer for the guilty. Elf-King. [Offended.] You call it suffering, then, to live in Elfland? Piper. Oh, no, indeed ! I beg a thousand pardons ! THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 7 I meant not what I said, for truly now The children are the happier of the two, And 'tis the lonely parents that must suffer. Observe the babies in their little sport. Ah, childhood is the finest time of life. Well, children, have you had a merry game ? Children. Yes, yes! [They run forward.] Walther. The little elves know how to play As well as any of us boys and girls. An Elf. Ay, truly, we do ; and we know besides Just heaps of things that boys and girls do not. Hedwig. And will you teach us all those lovely things? An Elf. Oh, may be, if you're good. Children. Oh, we'll be good ! Piper. Well, children, now that you have seen the elves, Perhaps you'd like to see some other things. What say you as to fairies, for a taste? [Children clap their hands joyously J] Then sit you down and be as still as mice, And soon the lovely fairies will appear. [Children sit down at back and sides of stage. Piper blozvs a few notes on his pipe. Elves squat down at different places. Soon the fairies conic flitting in.] Fairy-Queen. Hail, Piper! Welcome back to Fairy- land! Thy charmed notes wakened me from flowery sleep. With joy I called my band, and we are here To give thee greeting and obey thy wish, Thy slightest bidding. Say, what shall it be? Piper. Thou seest these little mortals round about ? [Fairies utter terrified exclamations and shrink together at one side of stage.] Bluebell. Mortals ! They will harm us, I'm afraid ! Piper. [Lattghs.] Nay, nay, they'll harm you not, and anyhow, They're only children, harmless little things, They love the fairies and they wish to see 8 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS How beautifully you dance. Come, dance for them. [Fairy dance.] Piper. Thanks, lovely creatures, thanks. Well, boys and girls, What think you of this pretty fairy band? Lottchen. I like the fairies better than the elves. [All Utile girls nod and agree. Fairies laugh and bow prettily, while elves break into chorus of zvceping.] Little Boy. [Hermann.] I like the elves the best. Fritz. And so do I ! [Elves shout and throw their arms about little boys in a violent embrace. Hesitatingly, little girls try to embrace fairies, zvho draiv away.] Rose. Be careful, or you'll break my pretty wings ! Piper. Now, little elves, and fairies, you may go. I know you have your duties to perform. We'll meet again. Be ready when I call. [Exeunt elves and fairies] Elizabeth. [Looking after them.] I'd like to be a fairy ! Gretchen. So would I ! Franz. Oh, pshaw ! I'd rather be an elf, by far. They're solider than fairies. Elizabeth. Oh, but then The elves are brown and ugly, and the fairies Are bright and pretty, with such lovely wings ! Franz. Now, isn't that just like a little girl! You always think about your clothes and things ! Elizabeth. Well, anyhow, your stocking's torn, so there ! ! [Begins to cry.] Piper. How now ! A quarrel brewing in the air ? Methinks the little ones are tired out, For crossness and fatigue go hand in hand. Come, children, you must have a little nap. Lie down in quiet, and ere long, I know, Refreshing sleep will close your little eyes. THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 9 Trudel. I don't see any beds. PlPER What, beds, you say ? What could be better than the mossy ground? Fritz. But mother never lets me sleep out-doors. I slept outdoors with Hermann here, one night. We both took awful colds and we were sick. Piper You can't take cold in Fairyland, my boys. Bertha. But then, just think of all the horrid bugs Piper. They'll not come near you. I will vouch for that. Now just lie down, and you will see what soft And comfortable beds the kind earth makes. [Children lie down around stage. \ That's it. Now if you like, my dears, I'll play A little for you on my magic pipe. [He sits dozvn and- begins to play.] Gretchen. [Sitting up suddenly.] Oh, I could never go to sleep with that ! At home my mother always sings to me Until I go to sleep. Piper [Disconcerted.] Oh, does she so? Hermann. And so does mine. I wish I were at home. Piper. Come, this won't do. Well, well, I'll sing for you. [He begins a song.] Hedwig. That's not the one. Waltiier. Oh, no, not that at all ! Piper. It doesn't suit you? Tell me, then my dears, What I may sing. Waltiier. It's called the "Dreamland Tree, The song that mother always sings to me. Piper. "The Dreamland Tree?" Dear me, I dont be- lieve That song's recorded in my repertoire. Trudel. What did you say ? PlPER My dear, I just remarked I do not know that song. Hedwig. Not know that song ! Why, everybody knows the "Dreamland Iree. If mother dear were only here, she'd sing it. 10 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS Piper. [Aside.] Dear me what ever shall I do with them ? Smallest Boy [Hans.] [Beginning to cry and coming to Piper.] I want my mother, Master Piper man ! Please take me home to mother ! All Children. Take us home ! [Little girls begin to cry and some little boys look sus- piciously near it. Piper becomes quite distracted. \ Piper. Why, things grow worse and worse. What shall I do? Ah, I have hit it. Children, dry your eyes. What say you to a story? Children. Take us home ! Piper. Ay, ay, but ere we set out, hear this tale ! It is a wondrous tale. [To Hans.] Come, little lad, I'll hold thee in my arms the while. Now list, I knew a prince, a fine — Gretchen. That's not the way ! You should begin with, "Once upon a time" — Piper. I thank thee, little maid. I'll start again. Well, once upon a time, there lived a prince, A fine and handsome prince, beloved by all. He started out one day into the world, And as he traveled up a mountain side, He came by chance upon a little door. He stepped within, and there he found himself In an enchanted country, Fairyland. But in this land there lived a wicked witch — [During this recital, the children have gradually dropped asleep, all but little Hans.] They're all asleep but thee, my little friend. Hans. I cannot go to sleep. I'm lonesome, too. Piper. Oh, come, I'll show thee something wonderful ! Dost see this pretty ring? Is it not bright? Oh, thou dost want to hold it ? Very well. I place it on thy little finger, so ! Too large, by far. So hold it tight, my boy. THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS H It is a magic ring, my little man, And can do wondrous things : The boy's asleep ; My ring clasped tightly in his chubby hand. I must not waken him. [Lays him down\] Now lie thou there. They're all asleep ? I can't believe my eyes ! [Mopping Jiis face] What an ordeal was that ! I'm quite exhausted ! I will not take them home ! And must I then Go through this same performance every night? That's too much for a bachelor, such as I. I'll find the witch and see what can be done. But first I'll call the fairies. [Few notes on pipe.] Fairies, come ! [Enter Fairies.] You see these little children sleeping here? Sing them a lullaby, and fill their sleep With dreams as sweet as Fairyland can give. [Piper goes out. Fairies sing a lullaby and exeunt.] [Enter Margaret, seeing children.] Marg. At last my search is ended ! Oh, how glad The Folks of Hamline town will be, when 1 Return and tell them where the children are ! I followed that Pied Piper, too, unseen, And saw the little door in the mountain side. Ah, here's my little brother, Hans, asleep. [Kisses him.] They're all quite sound asleep. I'll wake them up. Oh, children, dear 1 I've come to take you home ! Why, little folks, wake up ! Hans ! Little brother ! [Shakes him.] He will not wake. Why, what's this in his hand? A lovely ring ! I wonder whose it is. He'll lose it, sure. I'll put it on myself, And keep it safe until I find the owner. But children, wake ! There's surely something wrong. 12 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS They sleep too soundly. I must go for help. 'Tis well that Hamline town's not far away ! [She goes out, running.] [Re-enter Piper and Frowza, the witch.] Frowza. No, no, I tell thee, I will not be bribed. I've done too much for thee entirely. Piper. It's very little that I ask this time. Come, be a good soul, Frowza, help me out. Frowza. I can with ease brew pow'rful charms and potions. I can, of course, bewitch these children all, And charm them with complete forgetfulness, As thou desirest, but I'll not, I say ! To do someone a favor, that provokes me. Piper. Come, say, what is your price, to work the charm ? Frowza. I'll ask no price, and I'll not work the charm ! Too many things I've done for thee already ! [Starts to go.] Piper. [Seizing her by the arm.] Stay, Frowza. If you do not work that charm, I'll go straightway into the outer world, And I'll proclaim to all in loudest tones, "Hear ye, who loved the brave Prince Rupert well ! He is imprisoned by a wicked witch ! I'll tell you where she lives — " Frowza. Hush, hush, I beg. Piper. You know what happens when a witch is found ? Frowza. Yes, yes, I know ! You'll surely not betray me ! Piper. That's what I mean to do. They'll find you here, And drown you like the old cat that you are ! Frowza. Conceal my secret, and I'll work the charm. Piper. The bargain's made. Now charm these little folks So that they'll quite forget their former life. And be content to stay here all their days. [Frowza waves staff and makes passes over children.] THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 13 Frowza. Herewith I give to them forgetfulness, The greatest boon that anyone could wish. [Enter Prince Rupert, who is chained.'] Prince. I pray you, put the spell on me as well. You keep me prisoner here ; if you refuse To set me free, at least let me forget My country, people, and my princely rank, What I have been and where I ought to be ; I say, let me forget ! Frowza. And give to you Forgetfulness, the greatest boon on earth ! Nay, my fine fellow, that shall never be ! Remembrance causes half thy suffering. Prince. Oh ease my burden just a little ! Frowza. Nay ! And if you murmur more, I'll take away The privilege that you are taking now — .Of walking once a day within this wood ! Begone ! And let me hear no more complaints ! [Exit Prince Rupert, sorrowfully.] Frowza. [To Piper.] Now look you. Keep the bar- gain that we've made. Keep to your half as I have kept to mine. [Exit Frowza.] Piper. [Laughing.] Farewell, old Frowza ! Thou has served me well. My trouble with the children now is past. And I'll awake them with my magic pipe. [Blozvs on pipe. Children wake slowly.] My ring! I left it on the baby's hand, And I must get it ere he loses it. [Going to Hans.] Where is it? Sure, he had it in his hand. Oh, little Hans, awake! Where is the ring I gave to you before you went to sleep? Hans. [Sleepily.] I know not. Did I have a ring of thine ? 14 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS Piper. Thou know'st I put my ring upon thy finger ! Hans. Indeed, dear Piper, I remember not. Piper. Alas, the charm ! The charm, forgetfulness ! [Children swarm around Piper.] Lottchen. What troubles our dear Piper? Piper. Nothing much. [Brightening.] Well, children, have you all had pleas- ant dreams? Cpiildren. Oh, yes ! Trudel. I dreamed of fairies. Hermann. I saw elves. Piper. And now you're bright and happy once again. I'm going to offer someone here a prize. Children. A prize ! Piter. Just so. Now list to what I say. I've lost a ring I value very much. Whoever finds and brings it back to me Shall have whatever he or she may ask. And now we're ready to start out again, And see the sights that Fairyland affords. [A Dutch dance by one or several of tJie children may be used here appropriately. Then the Piper and chil- dren go out, singing and laughing.] ACT II. [Enter Peter, a fat old peasant. He sings, and stops now and then and calls "Beauty."] Peter. Where art thou, Beauty ? Where are thou, I say ! That goat will be the death of me some day, Continually getting into mischief, And always straying off from all the herd. If 'twere not that my little Gretciien loved him, I'd willingly go home, and leave the goat To starve to death upon the mountainside. [Walks about looking under bushes, etc. TJie Piter and Frowza appear in background, talking together.] THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 15 There are some people. I will question them. Perhaps they've seen the goat. Hello, there, friends ! [Piper and Frowza start, and come forward.] Piper. [Angrily to Frowza.] Who is this fellow and how comes he here? Frowza. Methinks in truth, 'tis by some fault of thine. Peter. [Bowing Stiffly.] Good day, kind friends, I say ! Good day to you, Sir, and to you, old mother. Piper. [Impatiently.] "Well, good day ! Have done sir, with your scraping courtesies ! Who are you, fellow, and how came you here? Peter. You speak right angrily ! I beg your pardon, If 'tis by my mistake that I have come To trespass on your worship's property. I was but looking for a little goat. Perchance you may have seen him round about ? Piper. No, we have not. Go on. How came you here? Peter. Ay, ay, your worship ! I was searching hard, When suddenly upon the mountainside I came upon a little rocky door. I entered there and straightway found myself Within a forest green and beautiful. And still I'm looking for my little goat. [Continues his search. \ Piper. [To Frowza.] He's but a simple fellow and he's made A very unintentional mistake. Frowza. Ay, but we must not let him go away With power to show the way to Fairyland To all his friends ! Piper. Leave me to manage that. Peter. Again I ask your pardon for my error. I know you not nor yet your property. I live in Hamline town and I'll be gone. [Bozvs and starts to leave.] Piper. Stay, fellow, stay ! You live in Hamline town ? You live in Hamline town and know me not. 16 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS Peter. No, sir, I never saw you in my life. You've been in Hamline town ? Piper. Ay, e'en today. Peter. I feed my flocks upon the mountainside And I have not been home for several days. But I must go. If I don't find that goat My little Gretchen's heart will surely break. [Continues his search.] Frowza. [Aside to Piper.] Why can't I charm him with forgetfulness? Piper. The very thing ! Proceed and work the charm. [Frowza makes passes over Peter.] Peter. [Startled.] How, now ! What's this, old lady, that you do ? Such funny motions ! Why, you make me laugh ! [Laughs.] And still you do it ! Well, I'll try it, too ! [Mocking her.] Frowza. Make passes as you will, sir! You are fixed! Piper. Now you may roam at will within this wood. Perhaps you'll find your goat. Perhaps you'll not. Peter. [Blankly.] My goat! I had no goat. I quite forget, Your worship, why I came into this wood. But then, no matter. I must haste away And find the road that leads back to — it's gone ! My mind's a blank and I remember nought ! Piper. 'Tis well, and here with us thou shalt remain. [Enter Margaret.] Marg. Ah, here's the Piper ! Frowza. What ! Another mortal ! Piper. Who are you, maiden? What's your business here ? By what road have you come into this place? Marg. In truth, sir, I know not. I wish I did, For then, I'd have no trouble getting out. In short, I've lost my way, and I'd be glad If you would furnish me some information. THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 17 Piper. Why is it you desire to go away ? Marg. Why is it, sir, indeed? You ought to know. I come from Hamline town. The people there Are almost crushed with all their weight of grief. When you piped the little folks away I followed. them e'en as they followed you. T found them sleeping soundly on the ground. I started back for help and lost my way. Piper. You wish to take them home? Marg. Ay. Piper. Nay, my girl. It cannot be. The children must stay here. Marg. You would not, could not be so cruel, sir ! You're jesting, sure ! Where are they ? Let them go ! Piper. They're well and happy here. Is't not enough? Marg. But think of their poor parents left at home ! Piper. The people of your village must be punished. Marg. They've learned their lesson well, I promise you. They'll gladly give you now your thousand guilders. Old Hamline town is dead without its children. Piper. You ask in vain. The children cannot go. Marg. [To others.] Oh, help me plead with him ! Old woman, help ! And you, sir! Why, can I believe my eyes? It's Neighbor Peter! Yes, of course it is! [SJic runs over to him.] What kindly fate has brought thee to my aid? Peter. [Bowing stiffly.] I always aid a lady in dis- tress. Marg. Come, then, we'll plead together. Peter. Willingly. I'll gladly do as you desire, although Of course I know you not, fair maid, but then, — Marg. You know me not ! Whatever can you mean ? You live next door to us in Hamline town ! Peter. [Puzzled.] In Hamline town? Well, well, now that is strange. I'm very glad you know me. What's your name? 18 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS Marg. My name ! Why, Margaret ! Sure, you're mock- ing me Oh, jest no longer, add your prayers to mine, And pray this man to tell us where to look To find the children and to take them home. Peter. I ask you, sir, as well, Frowza. You simpletons ! You may as well be still. We'll help you not. Piper. Your prayers are vain, but let us compromise, Now maiden, here's a splendid proposition ; You seem to love these children, and of course They love you, too. And since they must remain, Suppose you stay as well, and care for them. Peter [Patting Piper on back.] My friend, you have a quicker brain than I ! Your wits are keener than your looks would show. Marg. Your proposition is ridiculous ! Of course I shah not stay — I cannot stay ! But then — if you should by retaining me Allow these children to go home instead — Piper. Nay, nay ! That's final. And if you refuse, Why, then, we'll have to keep you 'gainst your will. Marg. Indeed, sir, you shall not ! Piper. [To Frowza.] A word with you! You'll have to charm her with forget fulness. Frowza. Or else she'll leave. The saucy little minx ! [Begins passes over Margaret. Piper goes out.] Peter. Why. there you go again! [To Margaret.] I think she's cracked ! Don't mind her, for she did the same to me. [He mocks Frowza.] Frowza. Now, see if you member Hamline town ! [Exit Frowza, laughing] Marg. Remember Hamline town ! Of course I do ! And ne'er shall I forget it ! But alas ! Whatever, neighbor Peter, shall we do? In what strange country do we find ourselves ? THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 19 Peter. [Sidling up to her.] Tis beautiful as long as thou art here. Marg. Why, master Peter, thou dost flatter me ! But seriously, dost thou know the road That leads away from here to Hamline town ? Peter. I do not wish to leave while thou art here. Marg. Indeed, good Peter, thou dost frighten me. Peter. Canst thou not see that I do love thee, girl? Marg. Why, yes, I've always thot so. We're old friends. And thou hast dandled me upon thy knee A hundred times, when I was but a child. I've always loved thee as a playfellow. Peter. [Blankly.] Thou speakest as if in an unknown tongue. No recollections does thy story bring. But I can see thou dost not understand. How shall I make it plainer? [Pondering.'] Ah, I know ! [He sweeps the ground carefidly with his hat, then spreads out his immense handkerchief ', and gets down upon it in a kneeling position.] Fair Margaret, let this humble posture show That I adore thee! Wilt thou be my wife? Marg. The man is surely mad ! Or else I dream ! Peter. Ay, mad with love of thee ! Wilt be my wife? Marg. How canst thou speak thus, when thou hast a wife? Peter. Have I a wife? Why, no, I have no wife. At least, none that I know of. Marg. Oh, alas ! If only he could see his little girl, His little Gretchen! [Children heard laughing.] What is that I hear? It is the children coming! Yes, it is ! [The fairies come flitting in, followed by the children, who are chasing them. Peter stands in astonishment. Marga- ret runs and embraces Hans, who does not recognise her.] My dearest little baby brother, Hans ! 20 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS Hans. I like thee, pretty lady. What's thy name? Marg. Dost thou not know me, little brother mine? I'm Margaret, thy big sister ! Oh, alas ! What dreadful thing is ailing everyone? Is there no child that knows me. Gretchen dear, Come, see thy father. He'll remember thee. [She leads Gretchen to Peter. They do not recognise each other.] Gretchen. [Curtseying.'] Good day, sir. Peter. Who's this chubby little girl ? Gretchen. My name is Gretchen, sir. And what is thine ? Marg. They do not even know each other's names ! Bertha. Come, pretty lady, wilt thou go with us, And chase the fairies thru' this lovely wood ? Marg. I see no fairies. Where are they, dear child? Bertha. Why, here is one, and oh, they're all around. Walther. We play tag with them and they like to play, But when you've almost caught them, off they go ! Marg. Oh, Master Peter, what's the matter here? Is everybody crazy? Or am I? Do you see any fairies? Peter. I don't know. I guess they're fairies — shimmering and light, With wings like butterflies — Marg. Enough ! 'Tis well. We see with different eyes. There's some charm here And I alone resist its influence. Franz. Come on, come on ! The fairies start away ! Let's follow them, and tag them if we can ! [Exeunt fairies and children.'] Marg. Come, master Peter, let us follow, too. I dare not lose them from my sight again. Peter. I'll go because those fairies take my eye. Methinks I am a very fickle chap. [Exeunt, folloztnng children.] End of Act II. THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 21 ACT III. [The fairies enter. A fairy dance may be introduced here if desired.] Fairy Queen. Come hither, all my lovely band of fays. You know the maiden whom we saw erewhile — Violet. As yes, sweet queen. She is a lovely maid. Buttercup. Just now I saw her sitting 'neath a tree, While near her all the children were at play. I pitied her, she seemed so sorrowful. Fairy Q. This lovely maiden— Margaret is her name — Desires to take the band of children home. But Frowza's bound them with a spell. Fern. And that Of all her spells the worst — forgetfulness. Bluebell. She doesn't understand, and 'tis no wonder, Why all her little friends don't recognize her. Fairy Q. Do you not think it strange that the old witch Has not bound Margaret also with the spell ? Buttercup. That's so. Rose. I wonder now what is the reason. Fairy Q. The girl is proof against old Frowza's spells, She wears the Piper's ring. All Fairies. [In azve.~\ That magic ring ! Violet. How'ever did she get it ? Queen. I don't know. But certainly she has it on her finger. Fern. You don't suppose that she's his fiancee ! All Fairies. [Laughing.'] Oh, no! Fairy Q. I fear, or hope, that man's immune From all such foolishness. Buttercup. But rather that, Than that this Margaret should be forced to stand The attentions of that clownish rustic, Peter ! Fairy Q. I say so, too. Indeed, they're not well matched. Besides he's married, One wife is enough. But fairies, I'm a matchmaker, as you know, 22 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS And I have in my head the finest scheme ! All\Fairies. Let's hear it! Rose. We'll all help you work it out ! Fairy Q. The man concerned in it is young Prince Rupert, Whom Frowza keeps a prisoner. Fern. Just the thing ! Fairy Q. And as she's in possession of the ring, And we know that, we ought to have no trouble In setting free the Prince, and bringing her Within his line of vision, so that he Will fall in love with her, and men may say — All Fairies. "They all lived happy ever afterward !" [The elves enter.] Elf King. All hail, you pretty things ! Fairy Q. All hail to you ! Elves. Flello ! Fairies. Good-day ! [Bowing.] Elf King. What means this conversation ? Fairy Q. We're planning for a wedding celebration ! Elves. Aha ! An Elf. Let's see. Which is it has a hope-box? Bluebell. Oh, no ! It's none of us. But it's two mor- tals, And one's Prince Rupert. Fairy Q. Will you help us, elves? Elves. Ay, that we will ! Elf King. We'll do whate'er you wish. Fairy O. I'll send my fairies with you into Elfland. Give them from out your store a hammer strong, Which they'll bring back to me. And so begone ! Prince Rupert comes. I'll lead the maiden here. Farewell, my fairies ! Soon we'll meet again. [Exeunt Fairies and Elves. Enter Prince Rupert.] Fairy Q. Prince Rupert, why so sad? Prince. [Starting.'] Did some one speak ? No, no. 'Twas but some spirit of the forest. Fairy Q. Prince Rupert, why so sad? THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 23 Prince. And why, indeed? Why, how can I be otherwise than sad? Fairy Q. Cheer up, Prince Rupert. Prince. Wouldst thou have me smile ? While all the time I grieve? Fairy Q. Thou'lt soon be free ! Prince. Nay, spirit, thou dost mock me. Go away. [E.vit Fairy Queen. \ So oft I think I hear a mortal voice, But always 'tis the wood-sprites, nothing more. I know they're all my friends, tho I can't see them. But what a pitiable prince am I ! [Sits dozvn.] A prince! That word's a sneering mockery, I sit here idly, charing in my chains, The king, my father, may be on his death-bed, For aught I know. And my beloved people Perhaps without a leader ! Oh, I'm desperate ! [Buries his face in his hands. Enter Margaret, led invis- ibly by the Fairy Queen.] Marg. I know not where I go. It seems to me That something draws me, leads me step by step. Oh, if it should be that I'm on the road That leads to Hamline and to help ! [Seeing Prince Ru- pert.] A man ! I wonder who he is, and why he looks So very downcast. Prince. {Starting.'] Sure, a mortal voice ! Marg. I beg your pardon, sir. Prince. [Rising and bowing.] There's no need, mad- am. Marg. I fear I've interrupted you, good sir. Prince. And if you have, fair maiden, I am willing, Ah yes, quite willing to be interrupted. Marg. You'll pardon me again, sir, but you look — Indeed, quite startling the resemblance seems — So very like — Prince. Like whom? Marg. Like our Prince Rupert. 24 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS Prince. Oh, do I? I've been told so many times. Marg. Perhaps you know the Prince ? Prince. Ay, very well. Marg. Ah, then you know how all his people love him, And how they grieve about his loss. Prince. They do? I'm glad of that. I'm glad they love him so. . Marg. Of course we love him. He's our hero prince. Why, you are chained! Are you a prisoner? Prince. I am indeed. Old Frowza's prisoner. She held an ancient grudge against my father — I may as well confess to you, fair maid, That I'm not only like the prince you love, But I am he himself. Marg. [Kneeling.'] Your royal highness ! Prince. Oh, pray you, maiden, rise. We're equals here. So let us talk as equals, and as friends. Marg. You honor me, your highness. Prince. Say not so. 'Tis merely honor due to any maid Who is so charming and so beautiful. Marg. I thank you, sir, I fear you flatter me. But may I ask you to continue now The tale of how you came into this place, And why you are imprisoned ? Prince. Brief the tale, I lost my way while hunting on the mountain. Old Frowza, ever watchful for a chance To give vent to her hatred of my father, Enticed me by a spell into this wood. Once here, you can imagine all the rest — How I was powerless to get out again. Marg. And must you then remain here all yoar days? Prince. Alas, I fear there's no hope of escape. But tell me all about affairs at home. How is the king, my father ? Marg. Oh, alas ! He's getting old and weak. He needs your help. THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 25 He needs a strong, young man to lean upon. Prince. I know it. Ah, if I could only go, And do my duty to my native land ! [Enter fairies.] Ah, what a miserable wretch I am! Marg. Your people love you, need you. Oh, poor man ! I'd gladly give my life to set you free! Prince. I thank you, maiden, from my heart I do. Fairy Q. Thou mayst set him free, if 'tis thy wish. Marg. What lovely beings do I see before me ? Are they the fairies that the children saw ? Prince. Why, they must be the spirits of the wood, Invisible until now to my eyes. Fairy Q. Thou hast a ring upon thy finger, Margaret. How thou hast come by it, we do not know. It is the Piper's ring — a magic ring. Whoever makes a wish and breaks the ring, Shall gain ere long whatever he desires. Marg. Ah, what a wondrous ring! Fairy Q. And so the elves Have loaned to thee, a hammer for this purpose [Giving Margaret the elves' hammer.] Here place the Piper's ring. Proclaim thy wish, Then strike a mighty blow, and all is done. Marg. [Following the Queen's directions.] I wish that our Prince Rupert might be free ! [A rumbling and crashing noise is heard. Prince Rupert's chains fall off, and Fropuza rushes in. | Prince. [Kneels to Margaret.] My benefactress ! Frowza. Help, I am undone ! The charm is broken! Fairy Q. Seize the witch, my fairies ! With these same chains we'll bind her hard and fast ! Away with her ! A prisoner while she lives ! [The fairies surround Frowza, and bind her while she struggles and snarls. They pull her out and also take with them the broken ring.] 26 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS Prince. I have my liberty! Once more I'm free! Ah, what a joy it is to be unbound ! And everything I owe to thee, fair maid. Marg. Oh, say not so, your highness, for indeed I could not do less, when I had the power. Prince. And now I can return to home and court, To be my aged father's stay and help, To lead the armies of my land to victory. And best of all, to rule my people wisely. Marg. How glad they'll be to know that thou art safe ! Prince. And all because of thee, thou lovely maid. By rights I should reward thee, but instead I mean to ask another boon of thee. I love thee, Margaret. Do not turn away. Thy beauty charmed me first of all, but now I know I love thee for thyself as well. Wilt thou return with me, and share my throne? Marg. [Gasping.] I hardly know; I'd like to talk it over. [They withdraw to one side, and talk together. The fairies and elves enter and dance togetJier in a merry frolic. When it is over, the Elf King goes to Margaret with the ring.] Elf King. Maid Margaret, see ! The ring's as good as new. My little elves have welded it together. Marg. I thank you, elves. Oh, here the Piper comes ! And after him the children. [To Prince.] Come this way. [Drawing him aside.] [Enter Piper and children, laughing and singing.] Piper. Now, who is ready to receive that prize, That splendid prize which I have offered you? Come now, who's found my ring? Herman. I wish I had. Fritz. You said the one who found the ring might have Whatever he should ask for, didn't you? THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS 27 Piper. I did say so, young man, I say so still. Franz. I know of lots of things that I would ask. Marg. [Coming forward.] I have your ring, sir, and I claim the prize ! Does not the offer hold for me as well ? Piper. [Hesitatingly.] Why, yes. Marg. Oh, then give ear to my request ! It is the same as that I've made before. Now let me take the children home again ! Here is thy ring. [Giving it to him. \ Piper. Well, thou hast won the prize, And thy request is granted. I'll remove The charm that binds them. Though forget fulness May be a treasure, still 'tis memory That is by far the greatest boon on earth. [He makes passes over the children and Peter.] Gretchen. Why, there's my father I [Rushing to Pe- ter.] Hans. There's my sLter, Margaret ! [A general recognition.] Prince. [Coming forward.] Are these the children of my people? Marg. Ay. Children. [Seeing him.] Long live Prince Rupert ! Prince. Thanks, my little subjects. And here is someone else for you to hail. For I have lovely Margaret's promise, that She'll be my wife and help me rule the land. Fairy Q. Accept this royal mantle and this crown As a little farewell present from the fairies [Putting ermine mantle and small crown on Margaret.] Children. Long live Prince Rupert ! Long live Prin- cess Margaret! Prince. [To Piper.] Good sir, I thank thee for thy music, which Has often cheered my lonely prison hours. Wilt come to court and be my minstrel ? 28 THE LAND OF FORGETFULNESS Piper. Nay. I thank your highness, but the Piper's life Was meant to be as free as winged bird, And free he must remain. Prince. Well, as thou wilt. But in thy travels, sir, do not forget. To visit Princess Margaret and myself. Piper. [After bowing to Prince.] Now, children, bright and happy little band, I'm going to take you home from Fairyland. For home is full of love and joy and mirth. And home's the very best place on the earth, And may the Piper's parting wish come true, And home be always Fairyland for you ! 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