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GIANT'S BABY: A boy or girl of ten, well stuffed out. White long clothes, tight white cap, ruddy face. The Baby should carry a policeman's rattle.
JACK: A trim boy of eleven, handsomely dressed. Brown jacket, slashed with Lincoln green; long green hose, pointed brown shoes. A gilt belt, and a sword and a dagger in gilt scabbards. A curling horn slung over his shoulder. A small brown cap with green feathers.
SAND MAN: A boy of ten or eleven. Buff or light-gray jacket and knickerbockers, pointed cap, long white beard, brown stockings, canvas slippers. A sack, apparently filled with sand, slung over his shoulders. A sand-pail fastened to a leather belt, and in one hand a child's sand-shovel.
BEAR: A good-sized boy of fourteen, with a gruff voice. A skin of a polar or black bear thrown about loosely-fitting white or black clothing. Clumsy shoes. Better still, a regulation costumer's bear's head, a long fur coat, and Indian moccasins of fur.
OGRE: A boy of twelve. Jacket and knickerbockers in red and white stripes, red sash, high boots. Huge nose, brown beard, Turkish fez.
DRAGON: A slim boy of ten or twelve in tight-fitting clothes striped in orange and red. Gold belt, long claws on hands and feet. If possible, a rented crocodile's head; but a head can be constructed of red and orange cloth sewed over pasteboard, a large cone representing the snout, two smaller cones the horns. A long, crinkly tail,--orange and red strips wound about a heavy rope.
ROBBER: A piratical-looking boy of ten in a green jacket, red knickerbockers, and top-boots. A blue sash stuck full of weapons, large mustache, wide felt hat with green plumes.
GIANTESS: A mother, aunt, or big sister, dressed to look as large as possible. Yellow gown, a long white apron.
WITCH: A nimble little girl of nine or ten. Black, pointed cap, black cape and skirt.
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SCENE 2. Before the curtain goes up the bean-poles should be lifted out of their sockets, and the tops loosened and held in place by ropes in the hands of actors on the platform above. At the right moment the poles are allowed to fall.
KIT. Cheer up, sis. What's the use of crying? It isn't so very late, is it, Jos? We can't be many miles from home. We've got our compass along, you know; and all we have to do is to keep due east.
GILLIAN. I'm sick of our old exploring, anyway!
JOSCELIN. You make me tired, Gill! What do we care?
GILLIAN. It was your plan, Jos, and you see how it has come out. I believe that farmer was telling you a whopper when he said there was a robbers' cave in these woods.
MAYSIE . I'd rather have a nice big piece of bread and molasses than ten million rubies, I would!
JOSCELIN. We may find some checkerberries yet.
THE GIRLS . Oh! Oh! Oh! A bear! What shall we do?
KIT. Hide--and be quick about it! There--into those thick bushes! Jos, we've got to defend them! Wish I had a gun or something!
JOSCELIN. I think I had better shin up a tree!
KIT. Not a bit of it. Let's hide, though.
Sing fol de rol de riddle-iddle ay! I am big, and I am strong, Happy as the day is long. The sheep, they follow trusting at my heels. Upon my shoulders light The cooing pigeons white, And in my pockets squirrels find their meals. Sing fol de rol de riddle-iddle ay!
Sing fol de rol de riddle-iddle ay! No brazen club for me! No bloody trickery! No dragging of a princess by the hair! No robbing of birds' nests, No eating up of guests, No frightening of peasants at a fair! Sing fol de rol de riddle-iddle ay!
Fee--fi--fo--fum! I smell some boys and girls, I vum! Be they short, or be they tall, I'll hunt them out, and kiss them all!
Come on, Bear! I hear breathings. Don't be frightened, my dear kids. We wouldn't eat you for anything.
KIT . Honestly?
GIANT AND BEAR. Honestly!
GIANT. Come out, all of you. I want to talk with you. How do you happen to be in the middle of the wood, all by yourselves, at this time of day?
JOSCELIN. We're lost. We have been trying to find the robbers' cave. Say, are you a real giant?
GIANT. Of course, my boy. Do I appear like a midget? I am not only a giant, but the last of the giants. My uncle was the famous Two-Headed Giant, and my fourteenth cousin was slain by Jack the Giant-Killer.
KIT. Is he alive?
GIANT. Very much so, I can assure you. Do you know, he's my only enemy? To tell the truth, I'm mortally afraid of him. He's a terrible boy. He's sure death on giants, and will never believe that I'm not as bad as my relatives. I'm afraid he'll get the best of me some fine day.
GILLIAN. Please, sir, how can we get home? I want to go, awfully bad!
GIANT. Well, now, little girl, I'll see that you get home safely, never fear. But, dear me, you are the first children that I have met in these deep woods. I generally go about at night to keep out of the way of Jack, the Giant-Killer, but my wife wanted me to shoot a few eagles for supper.
JOSCELIN. Can you tell us where the robbers' cave is?
BEAR. I live in it.
KIT. Is there treasure?
BEAR. O, a few pecks of emeralds; that's all. I threw most of them away. They are very uncomfortable to lie on.
JOSCELIN. Where are the robbers?
BEAR. Dead, all except the captain. He has turned honest, and lives with the Giant.
GIANT . Hi! There's an eagle! And there's a crow! I've only clipped his tail-feathers! How ridiculous the bird must look! Listen, children. If you start for home now, it will be dark before you get there. Why can't you spend the night at my castle?
GIANT. I know. You think your people will be anxious. I'll telephone them. What's your number? Cucumber?
KIT. No. It's 333.
GIANT . Give me 333. Thank you. Who is this? Mr. Loring? This is Mr. Greatbig. I found some of your little relatives lost in the wood, and they are going to stay at my house over night. Don't be alarmed. They will come home in the morning. Good-by. I didn't give him a chance to say "No."
BEAR. Are you hungry, children?
MAYSIE. Terribly!
BEAR. Then I'd better shake the sugar-plum tree.
GIANT . Fee--fi--fo--fum! Jack's horn! Children, I beg of you to escape with me, or I am done for. Here--up this bean-stalk!
GIANT AND BEAR. Hurry! Hurry!
CURTAIN.
VOICE OF KIT . Too late, Jacky, my boy. We've chopped off our end of the stalk; so we're safe and sound.
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