A Mystery Play in Honour of the Nativity of our Lord — John Shaqi
A Mystery Play in Honour of the Nativity of our LordBenson, Robert Hugh
Religion
A Mystery Play in Honour of the Nativity of our Lord
Benson, Robert Hugh
Christmas plays
I.
We three Kings of Orient are;[10]
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
_Chorus._ O star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to Thy perfect light.
[_Curtain rises again on same scene as before. But
the Manger is not there. In centre back of stage
stands a dais, and upon it a tall chair, bare; two
unlighted candles stand upon dais. Discovered_,
MARTHA _and_ ABEL, _seated upon dais_. ABEL _has
book in his hands, reading_. MARTHA _is sewing a
child’s dress. Lights are high. A silence follows
close of carol._
II. MELCH.
Born a King, on Bethlehem’s plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King for ever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
_Chorus._ O star of wonder, &c.
III. GASP.
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh.
Prayer and praising, all men raising,
Worship Him, God most High.
_Chorus._ O star of wonder, &c.
IV. BALTH.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
_Chorus._ O star of wonder, &c.
V.
Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and sacrifice,
Alleluia, Alleluia;
Earth to the heavens replies.
_Chorus._ O star of wonder, &c.
MAR. (_looking up_).
Read it again. (_She listens._)
ABEL (_reading_).
“Lo! Gentiles in Thy Light
Shall walk; and kings, all in the splendour bright
Of this Thy rising. Lift Thine eyes and see!
Lo! they are gathered; lo! they come to Thee!
Behold, Thy sons and daughters come from far” (_pause_).
And then again ... “From Madian and Epha,
From Saba too they come ... a company
Of kings on camels—all shall come to Thee.
And myrrh and gold and incense bring with them
To show God’s glory in Jerusalem.” [_He looks up._
MAR. (_meditatively, sewing_).
Why, ’tis most strange—this ancient prophecy!
Surely it stands as plain as plain can be!
And yet no kings or camels!
ABEL (_clasping his knees_).
Martha, dear,
How I should love to see them!
MAR.
Have no fear.
’Twill come to pass, if God hath spoken so....
Where is our Lady? [_She stands up and comes to front_ (R.).
ABEL (_putting book down_).
Oh! an hour ago
She went with Jesus in her arms, to see
The sheepfolds. Joseph and old Zachary
Went with her.
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