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Title: Master Skylark, or, Will Shakespeare's ward : a dramatization from the story of the same name by John Bennett : in five acts
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Burrill, Edgar White, 1883- Bennett, John, 1865-1956 Birch, Reginald Bathurst, 1856-1943
Subjects: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616
Publisher: New York : The Century Co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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for songs, dear Nick, and thou wilt sing them allfor me ? 40 MASTER SKYLARK ACT I NICK. Aye, surely, sir. But wilt thou havethe barley cakes ? CAREW. My soul, I had forgot the cakes.(Takes them, and NICK carries back the emptycrock.) — I 11 do it! I 11 do it if I dance on airfor it! I 11 have it out of canting Stratford town,or may I never thrive! My soul! the very thing.His eyes are like twin holidays and he breathes thebreath of spring. Nicholas, Nick Skylark —Master Skylark — why, tis just the name.—I 11 do it, upon my word, and on the remnant ofmine honor! NICK. (Having come out again, as he speaksthe last -words.) Did ye speak to me, sir? CAREW. Nay, Nicholas, I was talking to theman i the moon. NICK. Why, sir, the moon is not up yet. CAREW. (Laughing.) To be sure; the silveryjade has missed the first act. NICK. The first act? What will ye play forthe Mayors show, in Coventry? CAREW. (Still staring at him.) I know not,— something to catch the pence of the Maydaycrowd. J
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Wliat! Ho\v now.cried the stranger, sharply. like me not ? ACT I MASTER SKYLARK 41 NICK. (Greatly distressed.) Why, I thoughtthe May-day play d be free — I have not afarthing! CAREW. Tut, tut, thou silly lad! Am I thyfriend for naught? Why, Nick, I love thine open,pretty face.— Canst thou speak lines by heart?— Here, scan this paper oer. (Gives him apaper from a roll that he takes out of one side ofhis wallet.) NICK. Why, sir, it is a part! CAREW. A part, to be sure — and a part of avery good whole, too; and do thou just learn thatpart, good Master Skylark, as we walk along to-gether, and thou shalt say it in the days play. NICK. (Gasping.) What, Master Carew!I? With the Lord Admirals players? CAREW. (Clapping NICK on the back, asHODGE, unobserved, thrusts his head through thehedge and gapes in astonishment.) Why, surely;and thou shalt sing Tom Hey woods newest song;it is a lark-song like thine own. NICK. (Still amazed with joy, and hesitating.)But — will they have me, sir?

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