例: <floatingText>
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4 Default Text Structure
<TEI>
<teiHeader/>
<text>
<body>
<div type="scene">
<sp>
<p>Hush, the players begin...</p>
</sp>
<floatingText type="pwp">
<body>
<div type="act">
<sp>
<l>In Athens our tale takes place ....</l>
</sp>
<!-- ... rest of nested act here -->
</div>
</body>
</floatingText>
<sp>
<p>Now that the play is finished ...</p>
</sp>
</div>
</body>
</text>
</TEI>
<teiHeader/>
<text>
<body>
<div type="scene">
<sp>
<p>Hush, the players begin...</p>
</sp>
<floatingText type="pwp">
<body>
<div type="act">
<sp>
<l>In Athens our tale takes place ....</l>
</sp>
<!-- ... rest of nested act here -->
</div>
</body>
</floatingText>
<sp>
<p>Now that the play is finished ...</p>
</sp>
</div>
</body>
</text>
</TEI>
<TEI>
<teiHeader/>
<text>
<body>
<div type="scene">
<sp>
<p>快點，演員開始了...</p>
</sp>
<floatingText type="pwp">
<body>
<div type="act">
<sp>
<l>故事開始於雅典...</l>
</sp>
<!-- ... 這裡是其他動作 -->
</div>
</body>
</floatingText>
<sp>
<p>戲劇結束...</p>
</sp>
</div>
</body>
</text>
</TEI>
<teiHeader/>
<text>
<body>
<div type="scene">
<sp>
<p>快點，演員開始了...</p>
</sp>
<floatingText type="pwp">
<body>
<div type="act">
<sp>
<l>故事開始於雅典...</l>
</sp>
<!-- ... 這裡是其他動作 -->
</div>
</body>
</floatingText>
<sp>
<p>戲劇結束...</p>
</sp>
</div>
</body>
</text>
</TEI>
<p>Galecia one Evening setting alone in her Chamber by a clear Fire,
and a clean Hearth ... reflected on the Providence of our
All-wise and Gracious Creator.... </p>
<p>She was thus ruminating, when a Gentleman enter'd the Room, the
Door being a jar... calling for a Candle, she beg'd a thousand
Pardons, engaged him to sit down, and let her know, what had so long
conceal'd him from her Correspondence.
</p>
<pb n="5"/>
<floatingText>
<body>
<head>The Story of <hi>Captain Manly</hi>
</head>
<p>Dear Galecia, said he, though you partly know the loose, or rather
lewd Life that I led in my Youth; yet I can't forbear relating part of
it to you by way of Abhorrence...
<!-- Captain Manly's story here -->
I had lost and spent all I had in the World; in which I verified the
Old Proverb, That a Rolling Stone never gathers Moss,
</p>
</body>
</floatingText>
<pb n="37"/>
and a clean Hearth ... reflected on the Providence of our
All-wise and Gracious Creator.... </p>
<p>She was thus ruminating, when a Gentleman enter'd the Room, the
Door being a jar... calling for a Candle, she beg'd a thousand
Pardons, engaged him to sit down, and let her know, what had so long
conceal'd him from her Correspondence.
</p>
<pb n="5"/>
<floatingText>
<body>
<head>The Story of <hi>Captain Manly</hi>
</head>
<p>Dear Galecia, said he, though you partly know the loose, or rather
lewd Life that I led in my Youth; yet I can't forbear relating part of
it to you by way of Abhorrence...
<!-- Captain Manly's story here -->
I had lost and spent all I had in the World; in which I verified the
Old Proverb, That a Rolling Stone never gathers Moss,
</p>
</body>
</floatingText>
<pb n="37"/>
<p>The Gentleman having finish'd his Story, Galecia waited on him to
the Stairs-head; and at her return, casting her Eyes on the Table, she
saw lying there an old dirty rumpled Book, and found in it the
following story: </p>
<floatingText>
<body>
<p> IN the time of the Holy War when
Christians from all parts went into the Holy Land to oppose the Turks;
Amongst these there was a certain English Knight...</p>
<!-- rest of story here -->
<p>The King graciously pardoned the Knight; Richard was kindly receiv'd
into his Convent, and all things went on in good order: But from hence
came the Proverb, We must not strike <hi>Robert</hi> for
<hi>Richard.</hi>
</p>
</body>
</floatingText>
<pb n="43"/>
<p>By this time Galecia's Maid brought up her Supper; after which she
cast her Eyes again on the foresaid little Book, where she found the
following Story, which she read through before she went to bed.
</p>
<floatingText>
<body>
<head>The Cause of the Moors Overrunning
<hi>Spain</hi>
</head>
<p>King ———— of Spain at his Death, committed the Government of his
Kingdom to his Brother Don ——— till his little Son should come of
Age ...</p>
<p>Thus the little Story ended, without telling what Misery
befel the King and Kingdom, by the Moors, who over ran the Country for
many Years after. To which, we may well apply the Proverb,
<quote>
<l>Who drives the Devil's Stages,</l>
<l>Deserves the Devil's Wages</l>
</quote>
</p>
</body>
</floatingText>
<p>The reading this Trifle of a Story detained Galecia from her Rest
beyond her usual Hour; for she slept so sound the next Morning, that
she did not rise, till a Lady's Footman came to tell her, that his
Lady and another or two were coming to breakfast with her...
</p>
the Stairs-head; and at her return, casting her Eyes on the Table, she
saw lying there an old dirty rumpled Book, and found in it the
following story: </p>
<floatingText>
<body>
<p> IN the time of the Holy War when
Christians from all parts went into the Holy Land to oppose the Turks;
Amongst these there was a certain English Knight...</p>
<!-- rest of story here -->
<p>The King graciously pardoned the Knight; Richard was kindly receiv'd
into his Convent, and all things went on in good order: But from hence
came the Proverb, We must not strike <hi>Robert</hi> for
<hi>Richard.</hi>
</p>
</body>
</floatingText>
<pb n="43"/>
<p>By this time Galecia's Maid brought up her Supper; after which she
cast her Eyes again on the foresaid little Book, where she found the
following Story, which she read through before she went to bed.
</p>
<floatingText>
<body>
<head>The Cause of the Moors Overrunning
<hi>Spain</hi>
</head>
<p>King ———— of Spain at his Death, committed the Government of his
Kingdom to his Brother Don ——— till his little Son should come of
Age ...</p>
<p>Thus the little Story ended, without telling what Misery
befel the King and Kingdom, by the Moors, who over ran the Country for
many Years after. To which, we may well apply the Proverb,
<quote>
<l>Who drives the Devil's Stages,</l>
<l>Deserves the Devil's Wages</l>
</quote>
</p>
</body>
</floatingText>
<p>The reading this Trifle of a Story detained Galecia from her Rest
beyond her usual Hour; for she slept so sound the next Morning, that
she did not rise, till a Lady's Footman came to tell her, that his
Lady and another or two were coming to breakfast with her...
</p>
7 Performance Texts
<sp>
<speaker>Kelly</speaker>
<stage>(calmly).</stage>
<p>Aha, so you've bad minds along with ...</p>
</sp>
<stage>(He points, one after the other at Conroy, Bull,
and Flagonson. Lilting):</stage>
<floatingText>
<front>
<titlePart>Kelly's Song</titlePart>
</front>
<body>
<l>Who were you with last night?</l>
<l>Who were you with last night?</l>
<l>Will you tell your missus when you go home</l>
<l>Who you were with last night?</l>
</body>
</floatingText>
<speaker>Kelly</speaker>
<stage>(calmly).</stage>
<p>Aha, so you've bad minds along with ...</p>
</sp>
<stage>(He points, one after the other at Conroy, Bull,
and Flagonson. Lilting):</stage>
<floatingText>
<front>
<titlePart>Kelly's Song</titlePart>
</front>
<body>
<l>Who were you with last night?</l>
<l>Who were you with last night?</l>
<l>Will you tell your missus when you go home</l>
<l>Who you were with last night?</l>
</body>
</floatingText>