Publisher's Synopsis
The Children's Shakespeare with Eleven Full-Page Illustrations
By Edith Nesbit
Introduction
It was evening. The fire burned brightly in the inn parlor. We had been that day to see Shakespeare's house, and I had told the children all that I could about him and his work. Now they were sitting by the table, poring over a big volume of the Master's plays, lent them by the landlord. And 1, with eyes fixed on the fire, was wandering happily in the immortal dreamland peopled by Rosalind and Imogen, Lear and Hamlet. A small sigh roused me -
"I can't understand a word of it," said Iris.
"And you said it was so beautiful," Rosamund added, reproachfully. "What does it all mean?"
"Yes," Iris went on, "you said it was a fairy tale, and we've read three pages, and there's nothing about fairies, not even a dwarf, or a fairy god-mother."
"And what does 'misgraffed' mean?"
"And 'vantage, ' and 'austerity, ' and 'be like, ' and 'edict, ' and -"
"Stop, stop," I cried; "I will tell you the story."
In a moment they were nestling beside me, cooing with the pleasure that the promise of a story always brings them.
But you must be quiet a moment, and let me think."
In truth it was not easy to arrange the story simply. Even with the recollection of Lamb's tales to help me I found it hard to tell the "Midsummer Night's Dream" in words that these little ones could understand. But presently I began the tale, and then the words came fast enough. When the story was ended, Iris drew a long breath.
"It is a lovely story," he said; "but it doesn't look at all like that in the book."
"It is only put differently," I answered. "You will understand when you grow up that the stories are the least part of Shakespeare."
"But it's the stories we like," said Rosamund.
"You see he did not write for children."
"No, but you might," cried Iris, flushed with a sudden idea. "Why don't you write the stories for us so that we can understand them, just as you told us that, and then, when we are grown up, we shall understand the plays so much better? Do! do!"
"Ah, do! You will, won't you? You must!"
"Oh, well, if I must, I must," I said.
So they settled it for me, and for them these tales were written.
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