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
[JOSEPH _advances, takes crowns, genuflects, places them
on dais, then the casket, finally the censer, into
which he puts incense; he kneels; all kneel. He
censes throne with three double swings. He stands,
genuflects, and goes back._ GASPAR _turns to tray,
lifts a cope, still kneeling_. MELCHIOR _takes a
little silk robe_.
GASP.
Will not my Lady take a gift or two
Of silk and satin, broidered through and through
With jewels?
MELCH.
And a many-coloured dress
Fit for the Little King of Righteousness.
[JOSEPH _steps forward, takes the gifts,
and lays them at_ MARY’S _feet. Then_
ABEL _steps forward with_ MARTHA.
ABEL (_to_ GASP.).
Will you not speak for us?
MAR.
Some word to tell
To Jesus, for to show we love Him well?
We—and the people here [_Signs to audience._
Who have no gold
Nor myrrh nor frankincense; yet, young and old
Alike, desire to show that for their parts
They love their Infant King with all their hearts.
ZACH.
Aye, speak, King Gaspar, at this holy tide
For us who have no gold—and all poor folks beside.
[GASPAR _rises, looks at audience, then back
to_ MARY. _Then suddenly and fervently
speaks. His voice rises in tone and force as he
speaks, till he ends passionately._
GASP.
Why, yes; the greatest gift is yet ungiven,
For He, who for our sake came down from Heaven,
Has all already. For His glory fills
The earth: the cattle on a thousand hills,
The birds, the beasts, the fishes; gold and gem,
Ivory of Ophir—all are His; for them
He made, and they are His. [_Stretches arms._
So we entreat
To offer here before His holy feet
That which alone He asks of us—the love
For whose poor sake He came here from above,
Since we, as best we can, have played our parts,
[_He kneels, stretches hands. All kneel with him._
Oh! JESUS, MARY, JOSEPH, take our hearts.
To JESUS, MARY, JOSEPH, wondrous three,
All glory, praise, and honour endless be
From men and angels now and through eternity.
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