Marionettes, masks and shadowsMills, Winifred H. (Winifred Harrington)
Philosophy
Marionettes, masks and shadows
Mills, Winifred H. (Winifred Harrington)
Costume; Masques; Puppet plays; Shadow shows
As the carolers’ voices die away, the son returns and tells a marvelous
tale. He has saved the son of a nobleman from a wild boar and as a
reward the nobleman offers to take him away to his great castle. The
mother rejoices in his good fortune, though it means their separation.
The son tells his mother that he has refused the reward in order to stay
and take care of her.
They sit down to their humble meal, and bow their heads in thanksgiving.
One of the King’s messengers enters, tells of his futile quest and asks
them if they have heard of anyone who has performed an unselfish deed.
The mother tells of her son’s devotion. The messenger rejoices and
declares that in all his wanderings he has heard of nothing but
selfishness. He bids them follow him to the court. As the curtains
close, the chorus sings: “Joy to the World.”
The third scene shows the King and Queen upon the throne, a
Lady-in-Waiting and the Counsellor attending them. The unsuccessful
messengers return, kneel before the throne, and sadly bow their heads.
The triumphant messenger returns, bringing with him the old mother and
her son. The reader tells the story of their devotion and there is
general rejoicing. The King bestows blessings and favors and then sends
for the mummers, who come in led by St. George and the Doctor with his
great bottles of pills (“red to cure, and blue to kill”) little Jack,
the Giant Killer, the terrible Dragon, and the Morris dancers.
The mummers perform the old English play of St. George and the Dragon.
The Morris men give the stick dance. At the close St. George and little
Jack beg pennies from the court, while the dancers go begging through
the audience and the chorus sings:
Here we come a wassailing among the leaves so green.
Here we come a wandering so fair to be seen.
The King steps forth and blesses all the people. They kneel reverently
as the Christmas chimes begin to ring. The King and Queen now come down
and kneel with their people, while the chorus triumphantly sings: “Hark,
the Herald Angels Sing, Glory to the New-born King.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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