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    The Little Plays: “These trenches are like Pompeii, sir.”
    The Little Plays: “These trenches are like Pompeii, sir.”
    The Little Plays: “These trenches are like Pompeii, sir.”
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    The Little Plays: “These trenches are like Pompeii, sir.”

    By Ford Madox Ford

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    Ford Madox Ford was born Ford Hermann Hueffer on 17th December 1873 in Wimbledon, London, England.

    Today he is best known for one book, ‘The Good Soldier’, which is regularly held to be one of the 100 greatest novels of all time. But, rather unfairly, the breadth of his career has been overshadowed. He wrote novels as well as essays, poetry, memoirs and literary criticism. Today he is well-regarded but known only for a few works rather than the grand arc of his career.

    Ford collaborated with Joseph Conrad on three novels but would later complain that, as with all his collaborators, and those he so readily championed, his contribution was overshadowed by theirs.

    He founded The English Review and The Transatlantic Review which were instrumental in publishing and promoting the works of so many authors and movements.

    During WWI he initially worked on propaganda books before enlisting. Ford was invalided back to Britain in 1917, remaining in the army and giving lectures until the War’s end. After a spell recuperating in the Sussex countryside he lived mostly in France during the 1920s.

    He published the series of four novels known as Parade’s End, between 1924 and 1928. These were particularly well-received in America, where Ford spent much of his time from the later 1920s to his death in 1939.

    His last years were spent teaching at Olivet College in Olivet, Michigan.

    Ford Madox Ford died on 26th June 1939 at Deauville, France at the age of 65.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStage Door
    Release dateJul 3, 2018
    ISBN9781787800571
    The Little Plays: “These trenches are like Pompeii, sir.”
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    Ford Madox Ford

    Ford Madox Ford was an English novelist, poet, critic, and editor whose journals The English Review and The Transatlantic Review were instrumental in the development of early twentieth-century English literature. Today, Ford is best known for The Good Soldier, the Parade’s End Tetralogy, and the Fifth Queen Trilogy.

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      The Little Plays - Ford Madox Ford

      The Little Plays of Ford Maddox Ford

      The following pieces in dramatic form were published, viz., Perseverance d' Amour and "The

      Face of the Night, in the volume bearing the latter name; the Mother" appeared also in the

      Fortnightly Review. King Cophetua and the Masque were published in Poems for Pictures.

      I have grouped them here together for the convenience of the reader who does not like poems in dialogue.

      Ford Madox Ford was born Ford Hermann Hueffer on 17th December 1873 in Wimbledon, London, England.  

      Today he is best known for one book, ‘The Good Soldier’, which is regularly held to be one of the 100 greatest novels of all time.  But, rather unfairly, the breadth of his career has been overshadowed.  He wrote novels as well as essays, poetry, memoirs and literary criticism. Today he is well-regarded but known only for a few works rather than the grand arc of his career.

      Ford collaborated with Joseph Conrad on three novels but would later complain that, as with all his collaborators, and those he so readily championed, his contribution was overshadowed by theirs.

      He founded The English Review and The Transatlantic Review which were instrumental in publishing and promoting the works of so many authors and movements.

      During WWI he initially worked on propaganda books before enlisting. Ford was invalided back to Britain in 1917, remaining in the army and giving lectures until the War’s end. After a spell recuperating in the Sussex countryside he lived mostly in France during the 1920s.

      He published the series of four novels known as Parade’s End, between 1924 and 1928. These were particularly well-received in America, where Ford spent much of his time from the later 1920s to his death in 1939.

      His last years were spent teaching at Olivet College in Olivet, Michigan.

      Ford Madox Ford died on 26th June 1939 at Deauville, France at the age of 65.

      Index of Contents

      PERSEVERANCE D'AMOUR - A LITTLE PLAY

      SCENE I

      SCENE II

      SCENE III

      THE AFTER SCENE

      KING COPHETUA'S WOOING - A SONG DRAMA IN ONE ACT

      THE MOTHER - A SONG DRAMA

      THE FACE OF THE NIGHT - A PASTORAL

      A MASQUE OF THE TIMES O' DAY - (A FRAGMENT)

      THE WIND'S QUEST

      FORD MADOX FORD – A SHORT BIOGRAPHY

      FORD MADOX FORD – A CONCISE BIBLIOGRAPHY

      PERSEVERANCE D'AMOUR

      A LITTLE PLAY

      TIME.—Thirteenth Century.

      PLACE.—In and near the City of Paris.

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE—

      Anseau dit le Tourangeau, Jeweller to the King.

      Tiennette, Daughter of a bondman of the Abbey of Saint Germain.

      The Abbot of St Germain, Hugon de Sennecterre.

      The King of France.

      The Queen of France.

      The King's Chamberlain.

      A Fat Burgess of Paris.

      A Thin One.

      A Stranger.

      Monks of the Abbey; a Crowd, etc., etc.,

      SCENE I

      ANSEAU DIT LE TOURANGEAU and TIENNETTE, meeting on a road in the Clerk's Meadow. The road has a grassy border, vines in the background and the roofs of the Abbey of Saint Germain. It is a Sunday at sunset, the Angelus ringing.

      ANSEAU, a man of middle age, large, squarely built, richly dressed, black bearded, with a gold chain round his neck. Hanging from it the badge of the Subjects of the King. He is a free man, and a burgess of the City of Paris.

      TIENNETTE, a young girl, fair; dressed in sack-cloth with a rope girdle. She is leading a cow which

      browses in the ditch. They stand while the Angelus rings; then she passes ANSEAU without looking up;

      ANSEAU turns and looks after her.

      ANSEAU

      A pretty pass,

      That I, a ten years' master jeweller,

      A burgess and a man of forty years

      Spent soberly in service of my craft

      Have not the courage for a mere God-den

      To such a petticoat

      [He calls: Ho-la and beckons to TIENNETTE. She comes back slowly, leading the cow after her.

      ANSEAU

      Ah, sweetheart, is your state so poor a one

      That, on a Sabbath, in despite of law

      You come abroad to work. Have you no fear?

      TIENNETTE

      My lord, I have no fear; I am below

      The notice of the laws and the

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