Four soldiers carry_ PETER
_on their shoulders._]

A SOLDIER. Hurrah for Peter!

A MAN. Hurrah for Peter!

SOLDIERS. Hurrah! Hurrah!

PEOPLE. Hurrah! Hurrah!

MOTHER. What is this? Why do you carry Peter?

PRINCE. Peter has saved us!

MOTHER. What do you mean?

PRINCE. He put his arm in a hole in the dike. All night long he stood
there! All night long he kept out the sea! We found him there this
morning. Poor little boy, he was so cold!

MOTHER. Ah, my Peter! My dear Peter!

PRINCE. He is a brave boy. The king wants to see him and to thank him.
Come, soldiers, to the king with Peter! Come, to the king! To the king!

[_They go with Peter on their shoulders._]

SOLDIERS. Hurrah for Peter!

PEOPLE. Hurrah for Peter!

THE POT OF GOLD

SCENE I

TIME: _one spring day._
PLACE: _the farmer's vineyard._

* * * * *

THE FARMER.
HIS THREE SONS.

* * * * *

[_The_ THREE SONS _dig lazily among the vines._]

FIRST SON. Oh, I am tired of digging! Come, brothers, let us sit and
talk!

[_He throws down his spade and sits._]

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SECOND SON. Father said we should dig at every vine. But I must say I am
tired of it.

[_He throws down his spade and sits._]

THIRD SON. I was tired when we began.

[_He throws down his spade and sits. The_ FARMER _enters. His sons do
not see him._]

FIRST SON. Now I should like to go to war and ride a great white horse.

SECOND SON. I should like to be a prince. I would do nothing all day
long but wear my golden crown.

THIRD SON. I want to find a purse of gold. I would never work again, I
tell you!

[_The farmer shakes his head sadly._]

FARMER. My sons, these vines have not been dug about. Come, do this work
as I have told you.

(_The sons take up their spades, but unwillingly._)

Now listen: a pot of gold is hidden in this vineyard. It is buried deep
beneath these vines.

SONS. A pot of gold!

FARMER. It is all I have to leave you. I think it best to-tell you now,
for I cannot live much longer.

FIRST SON. Why do you hide the gold, my father?

FARMER. That you may dig for it.

SECOND SON. Why do you hide it in the ground?

FARMER. That you may dig for it.

THIRD SON. Why don't you tell us where it is?

FARMER. That you may dig for it.

[_He goes._]

SONS. A pot of gold!

FIRST SON. Now I shall go to war and ride a great white horse!

SECOND SON. Now I shall m