Ah, ha! ah, ah! catch me, if you can!
You can"t catch me, I"m a gingerbread man!
_Little Old Woman._ Oh, dear! Oh, dear! there he goes into the wood, and no one can run fast enough to catch him.
_Farmer._ I"m sorry, madam, but we must go back to our work on the farm.
_Boy._ Hark! listen! don"t you hear the little gingerbread man calling?
_Gingerbread Man._
Ah, ha! ah, ha! catch me, if you can!
You can"t catch me, I"m the gingerbread man!
_Little Old Woman._ Yes, he is calling to us from the wood. I thank you, children, and now we will go home.
_Gingerbread Man_ (_in the wood_). Ah, ha! and they didn"t catch me! and now I am free to play in the wood. What a pleasant place!
_Mr. Fox._ Well, what sort of a funny little man is this?
_Gingerbread Man._
Ah, ha! ah, ha! catch me, if you can!
You can"t catch me, I"m a gingerbread man!
_Mr. Fox._ Can"t I? Well, I _have_ caught you; and now let me see if you are good to eat. First, I"ll try one of your arms. That tastes good!
_Gingerbread Man._ I"m going!
_Mr. Fox._ And now the other arm!
_Gingerbread Man._ I"m going!
_Mr. Fox._ Now for the leg.
_Gingerbread Man._ I"m going!
_Mr. Fox._ Really, Mr. Gingerbread Man, I think you are very good eating for a hungry fox. Now I"ll taste the other leg.
_Gingerbread Man._ I"m going!
_Mr. Fox._ Now for your round little body.
_Gingerbread Man._ I"m going!
_Mr. Fox._ There is not very much left. Just your head for the last mouthful.
_Gingerbread Man._ I"m gone!
_Mr. Fox._ Yes, you"re gone; and a very nice meal, Mr. Gingerbread Man.
THE GOOD FAIRY
SCENE I.--_In the Wood_
_The Good Fairy._ At last I am in this wood where I must save the Lady Alice from danger. How dark it seems here after the bright light of my skyey home. Surely I shall be glad to return to the courts of fairyland.
Yet it is pleasant to be of service to the young and innocent, to those who are good and true. Some there are on earth who do not love the truth, who do not do the things that are honest and kind, and they must be punished. Kind and gentle deeds must be rewarded with our help.
Here in this dark grove dwells Comus, an evil spirit, who loves not the good. Here he finds the unlucky traveler and takes him to his court.
There he offers him food and a pleasant drink. But in the gla.s.s is a potion which drives memory from the mind and makes one forget home and friends. Then the unhappy traveler loses his human head and must have the head of some animal or bird. Comus enjoys seeing his victims act like wild and foolish animals or the forest.
In this dangerous wood the Lady Alice and her brothers are wandering, and my duty it is to protect them from the evil Comus. Hark! I think I hear the noisy band. Here will I hide and listen.
[_Comus and his crew enter; men and women with animal heads._]
_Comus._ Now the sun has gone from the western heavens and the star of night shines over us. This is the hour we love the best. All the serious, wise old people who love the day and its work are weary now and have gone to bed. We who love fun and a merry dance, we wake when the sky is flecked with golden stars. Now the moon calls the fairies from brook and fountain to play their merry games and sing. These are the joys of night in our dark and secret grove. Come, make a merry ring and dance. No care have we nor fear. We will dance and sing until the first ray of light is seen in the east.
[_They dance until Comus speaks._]
_Comus._ Break off! break off! I hear a footstep not our own approaching this place. Run to your places lest you frighten the traveler whoever it may be.
[_They disappear._]
I believe some maiden approaches. I will weave my spells and appear to her in the dress of a shepherd and she will not be afraid. Here she comes. I will step aside and learn how she happens to be alone in my grove.
[_Comus hides._]
_Lady Alice_ (_entering_). I thought I heard the sound of noisy merrymaking,--with music as if many were dancing. Here was the sound, but here I see no one. Alas! I should be sorry to meet rude youths, but where can I go, what can I do, left alone in this dark and gloomy wood?
O my brothers, where are you? When they saw me wearied, unable to go farther, they left to find me nourishment and shelter, promising soon to return. Truly they must be lost in this vast forest. O dark night, why have you stolen the way from them and left me alone and helpless?
Helpless? No, not helpless, for the good mind has helpers ever present in pure-eyed Faith and white-handed Hope. I will pray to G.o.d, who will send me a guardian to guide me to my home. What is that light I see? My brothers seek me and I will sing to them. Perhaps they are not far away and will hear my voice.
Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv"st unseen Within thy airy sh.e.l.l, Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are?
O if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere!
_Comus_ (_to himself_). What sweet song is this? Can any mortal sing with such charm and beauty? Such sacred and home-felt delight I never heard till now. I"ll speak to her, and she shall be my queen.
_Comus_ (_dressed as a shepherd_). Hail, fair G.o.ddess! for you must be more than mortal, to sing such sweet and wondrous strain.
_Lady Alice._ Nay, gentle shepherd. I sang not as loving my own voice, and praise is lost that falls on unattending ears. Stern necessity compelled my song.
_Comus._ How comes it, Lady, that you are thus alone?
_Lady Alice._ My brothers left me upon a gra.s.sy turf. Darkness came upon the grove, and I fear they are lost.
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