![]() Bernard dog in atiger’s mask who so frequently attacked you, and the literary record of that summer, The Boy Castaways, which is so much the best and the rarest of this author’s works? What was it that made us eventually give to the public in the thin form of a play that which had been woven for ourselves alone? Alas, I know what it was, I was losing my grip. 3, forgotten the white violets at the Cistercian abbey in which we cassocked our first fairies (all little friends of St.Benedict), or your cry to the Gods, ‘Do I just kill one pirate all the time?’ Do you remember Marooners’ Hut in the haunted groves of Waverley, and the St. 4 when he was six weeks old, and three of you grudged letting him in so young? Have you, No. Do you remember a garden at Burpham and the initiation there of No. Some of you were not born when the story began and yet were hefty figures before we saw that the game was up. We had good sport of him before we clipped him small to make him fit the boards. That is all he is, the spark I got from you. As for myself, I suppose I always knew that I made Peter by rubbing the five of you violently together, as savages with two sticks produce a flame. There was not one of you who would not have sworn as an eye-witness to this occurrence no doubt I was abetting, but you used to provide corroboration that was never given to you by me. We first brought Peter down, didn’t we, with a blunt-headed arrow in Kensington Gardens? I seem to remember that we believed we had killed him, though he was only winded, and that after a spasm of exultation in our prowess the more soft hearted among us wept and all of us thought of the police. A score of Acts had to be left out, and you were in them all. The play of Peter is streaky with you still, though none may see this save ourselves. I hope, my dear sirs, that in memory of what we have been to each other you will accept this dedication with your friend’s love. What I want to do first is to give Peter to the Five without whom he never would have existed. Some disquieting confessions must be made in printing at last the play of Peter Pan among them this, that I have no recollection of having written it. ![]() PETER PAN PLAY ACT V SCENE 1 THE PIRATE SHIP PETER PAN PLAY ACT IV THE HOME UNDER THE GROUND PETER PAN PLAY ACT III THE MERMAIDS’ LAGOON ![]() Produced at the Duke of York’s Theatre on December 27, 1904. Peter Pan Play by James Matthew Barrie PETER PAN PLAY ![]()
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