ABEL. Oh! but, Martha, is that He, The King you told me of? MAR. Hush, wait and see. I think so.... Speak to her. ABEL. What shall I say? MAR. Why, hail her by her name. I think you may. ABEL. What is her name? MAR. Oh, Mary is her name. And that old man is Joseph. ABEL. And the same We saw just now? MAR. Hush.... Yes.... Look on her face.... [_They come a step nearer crib._ Now speak aloud.... ABEL. Hail! Mary, full of grace! The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou above All women.—Martha, Martha, may I move A little nearer? MAR. Yes. [_They move a step nearer._ ABEL. And blest thy Son Whose name is—Sister, now I have begun I know not how to end. MAR. Call Him the best Of all the names you know. ABEL. Why all the rest Are not so good as Jesus; for that is The word for Saviour. Will that do for His? MAR. Yes, call him Jesus. ABEL. Blest is this thy Child Whose name is Jesus. Hail, O Mary mild! [MARY _turns very slowly, smiling; makes the sign of the Cross, and turns again to adore_. ABEL. Oh! Martha, did you see the sign she made? [_Angels begin to come in and group themselves. They carry the Instruments of the Passion in humeral veils. They form group down stage_ (L.). What did that mean? MAR. I know not. ABEL. See Him laid So little, in the manger for His bed. Oh! Is He truly King of kings? You said You thought he was! MAR. Why, yes, I think so. See The Angels all about His Majesty. [_Angels remain motionless, turned towards manger. During the following carol the children go across, step by step, nearer and nearer: they kneel down by_ MARY. ABEL _offers his horse_. MARY _takes it, and makes him put it by_ CHILD _in Manger_. MARY _leans over manger and puts arms round_ CHILD. ANGELS.