The Railway Children:
PETER: Hush! Stop! What’s that sound?
BOBBIE: It’s a sort of rustling… whispering … Look! The tree over there!
PETER: It’s moving!
BOBBIE: So are the others. It’s like the woods in Macbeth.
PETER: They’re falling down the cutting on to the line!
BOBBIE: Look what a great mound it’s made!
TEACHER: Now then Crystal, you say you’ve done this piece before, so let’s have a big, big performance shall we, sweetheart? Lots of life, lots of energy – fill the room with your glorious voice. That’s it darling, stand tall and proud, and…
CRYSTAL: (Very mechanically) 0 – for – a – fuse – of – wire – that – would – send – the – highest – heaven – of – intention. I’m going to a party tonight.
TEACHER: Are you, darling? That’s lovely. Now then. The words are so nearly, nearly there. Muse of fire. Can you remember what a muse is?
CRYSTAL: Is it a camel?
A Midsummer Nights Dream:
BOTTOM: Why do they run away? This is a knavery of them to make me afeard. What do you see? You see an ass-head of your own, do you? I see their knavery; this is to make an ass of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid. The ousel-cock, so black of hue, With orange-tawny bill,The throstle with his note so true, The wren with little quill.
TITANIA: (Awakening) What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?