ABEL. Here! and all the rest That follows ... here ... and here ... here, do you see?... [ZACH. _comes and looks over book_. Now will you tell us, please, your Majesty? ZACH. Nay, let me read it. [_He takes book and comes_ (L.) _front_. “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.” [_Looks at_ MARY _and back_. ... Why, that would mean that following the star They come from Orient and from Araby.... And yet they come not ... will your Majesty. [_Breaks off as_ MARY _turns and looks out_ (R.). _Distant jangled murmur._ ... Why now, what sound is that? How loud it swells High on the wind!—Why, sure! ’tis camel-bells. [MARY _remains passive, smiling. All others look out eagerly_ (R.). _Sound comes nearer, footsteps, bells, murmur of voices. Children spring up._ ANGELS _continually look at_ CHILD. DAV. (_excitedly, pointing_). Oh! look! the camels—see how slow they wind. Look! look! Here are the kings! and there behind The servants follow ... See, they’re coming ... See!... Now they are stopping! Oh! I’m glad that we Were here to see it!... Now they’re kneeling down— The camels, at the door—and all the town Is out to see them. ABEL (_pointing_). Look! they’re taking out The bundles and the gold; and all about The people crowding.... Why! how grand they are! DAV. (_pointing_). Oh look! look at that sceptre!... Grander far Than Herod’s. ABEL (_pointing_). And the crowns! Why, that’s the gold Isaias told us of. DAV. Why, look how old That first one is. ABEL. (_A little frightened, taking holding of_ MARTHA.) Oh, Martha, stand by me. (_To_ MARY.) They’re coming up the steps, your Majesty. [MARY _makes gesture to_ ZACH. _to go_ R. ZACH. _steps_ R. _Knocking._ ZACH. Yes, sir; and who are you? GASPAR (_without_). [_He speaks slowly and gravely._ We come from far, Led by the shining of a splendid star. Our names are Gaspar, Melchior, Balthasar. ZACH. Whom do ye seek? GASP. We seek a new-born King, To bring Him gold, and every precious thing That kings should have. ZACH. And is that all? GASP. Nay, nay; We bring Him myrrh; for He shall die one day.