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Lncifer. Yes; if the world were not so rotten,
Ami so given over to the Devil!

Prince Heary Bnt this deed, is it good or evil?
Have 1 thine absolntion free
To do it, and withont restrietion?

Lncifer, Ay; and from whatsoever sin
Lieth aronnd it and within,
From all crimes in which it may involve Mice,
I now release thee and absolve thee!

Prince Heary. Give me thy holy benedietion.

Lncifer (stretching forth his hand and umtter-

Maledletionc perpetua
Maledicat vos
Pater e terims!

The Angel (with the molian harp). Take heed!
take heed!
Noble art thon in thy birth,
By the good and the great of earth
Jlast thon been taught!
lie noble in every thonght
And in every deed!
Let not the Illusion of thy seuses
Betray thee to deadly offences.
Be strong! be good! be pure!
The right ouly shall endure,
All things else are bnt false pretences!
I entreat thec. I Implore,
Listen no more

To the suggestious of an evil spirit!
That even now is there.
Making the fonl seem fair.
And selfishuess itself a virtne and a merit!

A Room in tlie Farm-Honse.

Gottlieb. It is decided! For many days,
And nights as many, we have had
A nameless terror in onr breast,
Making us timid, and afraid
Of God. and his mysterions ways!
We have been sorrowful and%ad;
Mnch have we suffered, mnch jiave prayed
That he wonld lead us as is best.
And show us what his will required.
It is decided; and we give
Our child, O Prince, that yon may live!

Ursula. It is of God. He has iuspired
This purpose in her; and throngh pain,
Ont of a world of sin and woe,
He take* her tc himself again.
The mother's heart resists no longer;
With the angel of the Lord in vain
It wrestled, for he was t he stronger.

Gottlieb. As Abraham offered long ago
Hls son unto the Lord, and even
The Everlasting Father in heaven
Gave his, as a lamb unto the slaughter,
So do I offer up my daughter!

(URSULA hides her face.)

Elsie. My life is little,
Ouly a cup of water.
Bnt pure and limpid.
Take it, O my Prince!
Let it refresh yon,
Let it restore yon.
It is given willingly,
It is given frsely;
May God Mess the gift!

Prince Heury. And the giver!

Gottlieb. Amen I

"rince Heary. I aecept it!

Gottlieb. Where are the children?

Ursula. They are aiready asleep.

Gottlieb. What if they were dead?

ln the Garden.

Elste. I have one thing to ask of yon.
Prince Heary.
It is already granted.

Promise me,

When we are gone from here, and on onr way

Are jonrneying to Salerno, yon will not,

By word or deed, endeavonr to dissuade me,

And turn me from my purpose: bnt remember

That as a pilgrim to the Holy City

Walks uumolested, and with thonghts of pardon

Oecupied wholly, so wonld 1 approach

The gates of Heaven, in this great jubilee

With my petition, pntting off from me

All thonghts of earth, as shoes from off my feet.

Promise me this.

Prince Henry. Thy words fall from thy lips

Like roses from the lips of Angelo; and Angels
Might stoop to pick them up!

Elsie. Will yon not promise?

Prince Heary. If ever we depart upon this
So long to one or both of us. I promise.

Elsie. Shall we not go, then? Have yon lifted
Into the air, ouly to hurl me hack
Wonnded upon the gronnd? and offered me
The waters of eternal life, to bid me
Drink the pollnted pnddles of this world?

Prince Heary. O Elsie! what a lesson thon dost
teach me!
The life which is. and that which is to come,
Suspended hang in snch nice equipoise,
A breath disturbs the balance; and that scale
In which we throw onr hearts, preponderates,
And the other, like an empty one. flies up,
And is aeconnted vanity and air!
To me the thonght of death is terrible,
Having snch hold on life. To thee it is not
So mnch even as the lifting of u latch;
Ouly a step into the open air
Ont of a tent aireadv luminons
With light that shines throngh its trausparent

0 pure in heart! from thy sweet dust shall

Lilies upon whose petals will lie written
"Ave Maria " in charaeters of gold!

AstreeHnStrasbarg. Sight. P1UNCE HENRY
wandering alonc. wrapped in a cloak.

Prince Heury. Still is the night. The sonnd of
Mas died away from the empty street;
And like an artizan. bending down
Hls head on his anvil, the dark town
Sleeps, with a slumber deep and sweet,
Sleepless and restless, 1 alone,
In the dusk and damp of these walls of stone,
Wander aml weep In my remorse!

Crier of the Dead (ringing a hell).

Wake! wake!

All ye that sleep!
Pray for the Dead!
Pray for the Dead!
Prince Heury. Hark! with what aecents lond
and hoarse
This warder on the walls of death
Sends forth the challenge of his breath}

1 see the dead that sleep in the grave!
They rise up and their garments wave,
Dluily and speetral, as they rise.
With the light of another world in their eyes;

Crier of tlie Dead.
Wake! wake!
All ye that sleep!
Pray for the Dead!
Prav for the Dead!
Prince Heary. Why for the dead, who are at
Pray for the living, in whose breast
The struggle between right and wrong
WJiat is it? Is raging terrible and strong,

• As \vhen good angels war with devils;
This is the Master of the Revels,


Who. nt LlfeWfowing Toast, proposes
The health of absent friends, and pledges,
Not in bright goblets crowned with tPwft?
And twinkling as we tonch their edges,,
Bnt with a dismal tinkling bell,
Mocks and mimies their funeral knell!

Crier of the Dead.
Wake! wake!
All ye that sleep!
Pray for the Dead!
Pray for the Dead!

Prince Heury. Wake not, beloved! be thy sleep
Silent as night is, and as deep!
There walks a sentinel at thy gate
Whose heart is heavy and desolate.
And the heavings of whose bosom number
The respiratious of th\- slumber.
As if some strange, mysterioHS fate.
Had linked two hearts in one, and mine
Went madly wheeling abont thine,
Ouly with wider and wilder sweep!

Crier of the dead (at a distance).
Wake! wake!
All ye that sleep!
Pray for the Dead!
Pray for thc Dead!

Prince Heary, Lo! with what depth of black-
ness thrown
Agaiust the clonds, far up the skies,
The walls of the cathedral rise.
Like a mysterious grove of stone,
With fitful lights and shadows blending,
As from behind, Hie moon, ascending,
Lights its dim aisles and paths unknown!
The wind is rising; bnt the bonghs
Rise not and fall not with the wind
That throngh their foliage sobs and songhs; ,
Ouly the clondy rack behind,
Drifting onward, wild and ragged,
Gives to each spire and bnttress jagged,
A seeming motion undefined.
Below on the square, an armed knight,
Still as a statne and as white,
Sits on his steed, and the mooubeams quiver
Upon the points of ids armonr bright,
As on the ripples of a river.
tie lifts the visor from his cheek.
And beckous, and makes as he would speak.

Walter (the Jfirnicsingcr). Friend! can yon tell
me where alight
Thuringia's horsemen for the night?
For I have lingered in the rear.
And wandered vaiuly up and down.

Prince Heury I am a stranger in the town,
As thon art; bnt the voice I hear
Is not a stranger to mine ear.
Thon ait Walter of the V'ogelweid!

Walter. Thon hast gnessed rightly; and thy name Is Heury of Hobeneck!

Prince Heury. Ay, the same.

Walter (embracing him) Come closer, closer,
closer to my side!
What brings thee hither? What potent charm
Has drawn thee from thy German farm
Into the old Alsatian city?

Prince Heury. A tale of wonder and of pity!
A wretched man, aimost by stealth
Dragging my body to Salern,
In the vain hope and seareh for health.
And destined never to return.
Aiready thon hast heard the rest.
Bnt what brings thee, thus armed and dight
In the equipments of a knight?

Walter. Dost thon not see upon my breast
The cross of the Crusaders shine?
My pathway leads to Palestine.

Prince Heury. Ah, wonld that way were also
O noble poet! thon whose heart
Is like a nest of sini'in£-birds

Rock-ed on the ionmost bongh of life, Wilt thon, too, from our sky depart,

'r'-r i wivlir i

And in the clangonr of the strife
Mingle the umsic of thy words?

Walter. My hopes are high, my heart is prond,
And like a trumpet long and lond,
Thither my thonghts all clang and ring!
My life is m my hand, and lo!
1 grasp and bend it as a bow.
And shoot forth from its trembling string
An arrow that shall be, perehance.
Like the arrow of the Israelite king
Shot from the window towards the east,
That of the Lord's deliverance!

Prince Heury. My life, ulasl is what thon seest!

O enviable fate! to be

Strong, beantiful, and armed like thee

With lyre and sword, with song and steel;

A hand to smite, a heart lo feel!

Thy heart, thy hand, thy lyre, thy sword.

Thon givest all unto thy Lord;

While I, so mean and aojeet grown,

Am thinking of myself alone.

Walter Be patient; Time will reiustate Thy health and fortunes.

Prince Heary. 'Tis too late!

1 ciunot strive agaiust my fate!

Walter. Come with me, for my steed is weary. Our jonrney has been long and dreary' And. dreaming of his stall, he dints With his impatient hoofs the flints.

Prince Heury (aside). 1 am ashamed. in my disgrace, To look into that noble face! To-morrow, Walter, let it be.

Walter. To-morrow, at the dawn of day, I shall again be on my way. Come with me to the hosteiry, For I have many things to say. Our jonrney into Italy Perehance together we may make; Wilt thon not do ft for my sake 9 . sr

Prince Heury. A sick man's pace wonld bnt impede Thine eager and impatient speed. Besides my pathway leads ino ronnd To Hirschan, in the forest's bonnd. Where 1 assemble man and steed, And all things for my jonrney's need.

(Tlieygo ont}

Lncifer (flying ocer the city). Sleep, sleep O city!' till'the light Wakes yon to sin and crime again, Whilst on yonr dreams, like dismal rain, I scatter downward throngh the night My maledietious dark and deep. I have more martvrs in yonr walls Than God has; and they caunot sleep; They are my bondsmen and my thralls; Thcir wretched lives are full of pain, Wild agonies of nerve and brain; And every heart-beat, every breath, Is a convulsion worse than death! Sleep, sleep, O city! thongh wtthm The cireuit of yonr walls there lies No habitation free from sin. And all its nameless miseries; The aching heart, the aching head, Grief for the living and the dead. And fonl corruption oi the tune. Disease, distress. and want, and woe, And crimes, and passious that may grow Until they ripen into crime 1 • o

Sguare in front of the Cathedral Easter Sunday. FRIAR CUTHBERT preaching to the crowd from a pulpit in the open atr. PRINCE HENRY and ELSIE crossing the sguare.

Prince Heary. This is the day, when from the dead Our Lord arose: and everywhere. i

Ont of their durkness and despair,
Triumphant over fears and foes,
The hearts of his disciples rose,
When to the women, standing near,
The Angel in shining vesture said,
"The Lord is risen: he is not here!"
And, mindful that the day is cmnfe,
On all the hearths in Christendom
The tires are qnenched, to be again
Rekindled from the sun, that high
Is dancing in the clondless skv.
The churehes are all decked with flowers,
The salntatious among men
Are bnt the Angel's word divine,
"Christ is arisen !" and the bells
Catch the glad umrumr, as it swells,
And chaunt together hi their towers.!
Ail hearts are glad; and free from cure
The faces of the people shine.
See what a crowd is in the square,
Gaily and gallantly arrayed!

Elsie. Let us go back; I am afraid'

Prince Heury. Nay, let us monnt the churehsteps here. Under the doorway's sacred shadow; We can see all things, and be freer From the crowd that madly heaves and presses!

Elsie. What n, gay pageant! what bright
It looks like a flowiM--besprinkled meadow.
What is that yonder on the square?

Prince Heuru. A pulpit in the open air;
And a Friar who is preaching to the crowd,
In a voice so deep and clear and lond,
That, if we listen, and give heed,
His lowest words will reach the ear.

Friar Cnthbert (gesticulating and cracking a pos-
tilion's whip.)
What ho! good people! do yon not hear?
Dashing along at the top of his speed,'
Booted and spurred, on his jaded steed,
A conrier comes with words oi chew.
Conrier; what is the news, I piny?
'.Christ is arisen!" Whence come yon? "From

Then 1 do not believe it; yon say it in sport.

(Cracks his ufup agaui.) Ah! here comes another, ridtag this way; We soon shall know what he has to say. Conrier; what are the tidings to-day? , , "Christ is arisen!" Whence come yon? "From


Then I do not believe it; away with yon, clown.

(Cracks his winp wore violently.)

And here comes a third, who is spurring amain;

What news do yon bring with yoiu' loose-hang'

ing rein, Yonr spurs wet with blood, and your bridle with

foam? . i .

"Christ is arisen!" Whence come yon? "From

Roine." Ah, now I believe. He is risen, indeed. Ride on with the news at the top of yonr speed; iGreat applause among the cronnL)

The Cathedral bells ring.

Bnt Hark ; the bells ure begiuning to chime,.

And I feel that I ain growing hoarse;

1 will pnt an end to my disconrse.

And leave the rest for*some other time.

For the bells themselves are the best of

preachers; Their brazen lips are learned teachers, From their pulpits of stone, in the upper air, Sonnding aloft, withont crack or flaw, Shriller than trumpets under the Law, Now a sermon and now a prayer. The clangorons hammer is the tongne, This way, that way, beaten and swung. That from Month of Brass, as from Month of

Gold; May be Taught the Testaments, New and Old.

And above it the great cross-beam of wood
itepresenteth the Bolv Itood,
Upon which, like the bell onr hopes are hung.
And the wheel wherewith it is swayed and

Is the mind of man, that ronnd and ronnd
^ways, and maketh the tongne to sonnd!
And the rope, with its twisted cordage three
Dcuoteth the Scriptural Trinitv
O1 Morals, and Symbols, and ifistorv;
And the upward and downward moiious show
That we tonch upon matters high and l.,w:
And the coustant change and traustnntaiiuu
Of aetion and of contemplation,
Downward, the Scripture brought from on

high. Upward, exalted again to the sky; Downward, the literal interpretation, Upward, the Vision and Mystery! And now, my hearers, to make an end, 1 have ouly one word more to say; In the chureh, in hononr of Easter-day, Will be represented a Miracle Play; And I hope yon will all have the grace to attend. Christ bring us nt last to his felicity! Pax vobiscum! et Benedicite!

In the Cathedral.

Kvrie Eleison!
Christe Eleison!

Elsie. I am at home here in my Father's
These paintings of the Saints upon the walls
Have all familiar and benign-mt fnees.

Prince Heury. The portraits of the family of God i Thine own hereafter film 11 be placed among them.

Elsie. How very grand it is and wonderful! Never have I beheld a ehureh so splendid! Snch columus, and snch arehes, and snch windows. So many tombs and statnes in the chapels. And under them so manv confessionals. They umst be for the rich. I shonld not like To tell my Smis in snch a chureh as thin. Who built it?

Prince Heury. A great master of his craft,
Erwin von Steiubach; bnt not he alone.
For many generatious labonred with him.
Children that came to see these saints In stone,
As day by day ont of the blocks they ruse,
Grew old and died, and still the work went on.
And on, and on, and is not yet completed,
The generation that sncceeds onr own
Perhaps may finish it. The arehiteet
Built his great heart into the sculptured stones.
And with him toiled his children, and thfeir

Were builded, with his own, into the walls.
As offerings unto God. Yon see that statne
Flxing its ioyons, bnt deep-wrinkled eves
Upon the Pillar of the Angels yonder.
That is the image of the master, carved
By the fair hand of his own child. Sahinn.

Elsie. How beantiful is the coluum that he looks at!

Prince Heary. That, too, she sculptured. At the base of it Stand the Evangelists; above their heads Feur Angels blowing upon marble trumpets. And over them the blessed Christ, surrounded By bis attendant ministers, upholding The iustruments of his passion.

Elsie, O my Lord!

Wonld I conld leavebehind me upon earth
Some monument to thy glory, snch as this!

Prince Heury. A greater monument than thia thon leavest In thine own life, all purity and love I

See too, the Rose, nbove the western portal
Flamboyant with n thousand gorgeons colonrs.
The perfeet flower of Gothic loveliness!
Elsie. And. in the gallery, the long line of
Christ with his twelve Apostles watching us.

( 1 Bishop in armonr, hoofed and spurred, passes

frith his train.) Prince Heury. Bnt come away; we have not tmie'to look. The crowd aireadv fills the chureh, and vonder 'Upon u stage, a herald with H trumpet, Clad like the Angel Gabriel, proclaims The Mystery that will now be represented,




Preeco. Come, good people, all and each, Come and listen to onr speech! In yonr presence here I stand, With a trumpet in my hand, To aunonnce the Easter Play, 'Which we represent to day! Flrst of all, we shall rehearse, In onr aetion and onr verse,

The Nativity of onr Lord.
As written in the old record

Of the Protevangelion,

So that he who reads may run 1

(Blows kts trumpet.)

My pitcher at the well to fill,
That lies so deep and cool and still

In this seqnestered place.
These sycamores keep guard around:
I sec no face. I hear no sonnd,

Save babblings of the spring.
And my companious, who within
The threads of gold and scarlet spin,

And at their labonr sing.

The Angel Gabriel. Hail, Virgin Mary, fall of grace! ,*

(Here Mary tooketh aronnd her, trembling, and thensaith:)

Mary. Who is it speaketh in this place With such a gentle voice?

Gabriel. The Lord of heaven is with thee now! Blessed among all women thon,

Who art his holy choice!

Mary (setting down the pMcher). What can this
No one is near.
And yet snch sacred words I hear.

I aimost fear to say.
(Here the Angel, appearing to her, s1iatt say:)

Gabriel. Fear not, O Mary! bnt believe!
For thon, a Virgin, shalt conceive

A child this very day.
Fear not, O Mary! from the sky
The Majesty of the Most High

Shall overshadow thee!

Mary. Behold the handmaid of the Lord! Aecording to thy holy word,

So be it unto me I

(Here the Devils shall again make a great noise under tlie stage.)

Merey (at the feet of God). Have pity, Lord! be
not afraid
To save mankind, whom thon hast made,
Nor let the sonls that wereibetrayed
Perish eternally!

Justice. It caunot be, it umst not be!
When in the garden placed by thee,
The fruit of the forbidden tree
He ate, and he umst die!
Mercy. Have pity. Lord! let penitence
Atone for disobedience,
Nor let the fruit of man's offence
Be endless misery!

Justice. What penitence proportionate
Can e'er be felt for sin so great?
Of the forbidden fruit he ate,
And daumed umst he be!
God. He shall be saved, if that within
The bonnds of earth one free from sin
Be fonnd, who for his kith and kin
Will suffer martyrdom.

The Four Virtucs. Lord! we have searehed the
world aronnd,
From centre to the ntmost bonnd.
Bnt no snch mortal can be fonnd;
Despairing, back we come.
Wisdom. No mortal, bnt a God-made man,
Can ever carry ont this plan.
Achieving what none other can,
Salvation unto all!
God. Go, then, O my beloved Son!
It can by thee alone be done;
By thee the vietory shall be won

"O'er Satan and the Fall! (Here the Angel Gabriel shall leace Paradise, and fly towards the earth: the jaws of Hell open below, and the Devils walt abont, making a great noise.)


Mary. Along the garden walk, and thence
•Throngh the wicket in the garden fence.
I steal with quiet pace.


The Angels. The Angels of the Planets Seven, Across the shining fields of heaven

The natal star we bring!
Dropping onr sevenfold virtnes down,
As priceless jewels in the crown
Of Christ, onr new-bora King.
Raphael I am the Angel of the Sun,
Whose flaming wheels began to run,

When God's aimighty breath.
Said to the Darkness and the Night,
Let there be light! and there was light!
I bring the gift of Faith.
Gabriel. I am the Angel of the Moon,
Darkened, to be rekindled soon,

Beneath the azure cope!
Nearest to earth, it is my ray
That best illumes the miduight way.
I bring the gift of Hope!
Angel. The Angel of the Star of Love,
The Evening Star, that shines above

The place where lovers be.
Above all happy hearths and homes.
On roofs of thatch, or golden Domes,
I give him Charity!
Zobiachel. The Planet Jupiter is mine!
The mightiest star of all that shine,

Except the sun alone!
He is the High Priest of the Dove,
And sends, from his great throne above,
Justice, that shall atone!
Michael. The Planet Mereury, whose
Is nearest to the sun in space,

Is my allotted sphere!
And with celestial ardonr swift
I bear upon my hands the gift
Of heaveuly Prndence here!
Uriel. I am the Minister of Mars,
The strongest star among the stars I

My songs of power prelnde
The mareh and battle of man's life.
And for the suffering and the strife,
I give him Fortitnde!

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Orifel. The Angel of the nttermost Of all the shining, heaveniy host,

From the far-off expause Of the Saturnian, endless space, 1 bring the last, the crowning graoe,

The gift of Temperance! (A sudden light shines from the windows of the stable in the village below.)


The stable of the Iua. The VIRGIN and CHILD. Threc Gipsy Kings. CASPAR, MELCHIOR, and BELSHAZZAR, shall come in.

Oaspar. Hall to thee, Jesus of Nazareth! Thongh in a manger thon drawest thy breath, Thon art greater than Life and Death,

Greater than Joy or Woe!
This cross upon the line of life
Portendeth struggle, toil, and strife,
And through a region with dangers rife

In darkness shalt thon go!

Melchior. Hail to thee. King of Jerusalem!
Thongh humbly born in Bethiehem,
A sceptre and a diadem

Await thy brow and hand!
The sceptre is a simple reed,
The crown will make thy temples bleed,
And in thy honr of greatest need,

Abashed thy subjeets stand!

Belshazzar. Hail to thee, Christ of Christen-
O'er all the earth thy kingdom come!
From distant Treblzoml to Rome

Thy name shall men adore!
Peace and good-will among nil men,
The Virgin has returned again.
Returned the old Snturnian reigu,

And Golden Age once more.

The CItild Christ. Jesus, the Son of God, am I, Born here to suffer and to die Aecording to the prophecy. That other meu may live!

The Virgin. And now these clothes, that wrapped him, take And keep them precions, for his sake; Our benedietion thus we make,

Nonght else have we to give. (She gices them swaddling clothes, and they depart.)


Here shall JOSEPH come in, leading an ass, on which are seated MARY and the CHILD.

Mary. Here will we rest, tinder these O'erhanging branches of the trees. 'Where robius chant their Litanies,

And canticles of joy.

Joseph. My saddle-girths have given way with trudging throngh the heat to-day: To yon I think it is bnt play

To ride and hold the boy.

Mary. Hark! how the robius shont and sing. As if to hail ther infant King! I will alight at yonder spring

To wash his little cont.

Joseph. And I will hobble well the ass,
Lest, being loose upon the grass,
He shonld escape; for, by the mass,

He is nimble as a goat.
(Here MARY shall alight and go to the spring.)

Mary. O Joseph! I am mnch afraid,
For men are sleeping hi the shade;
1 fear that we shall be waylaid,

And robbed and beaten sore! (Here a band of robbers shall be seen sleeping, two of whom shall rise and come forward.)

Dumachus, Cock's soul! deliver »p your gold I

Joseph. I pray yon, Sirs, let go yonr hold! Of wealth I have no store.

Dumachus. Give up yonr money!

Titus. Prithee cease!

Let these good people go in peace!

Dumachus. Flrst let them pay for their release, And then go on their way.

Titus. These forty groats I give in fee, If thon wilt ouly silent be.

Mary. May God be mereiful to thee Upon the Jndgment Day!

Jesus. When thirty years shall have gone by,
I. at Jerusalem, shall die,
By Jewish hands exalted high

On the aecursed tree.
Then on my right and my left side,
These thieves shall both be crncified,
And Titus thenceforth shall abide

In Paradise with me.
(Here a great rumonr of trumpets and horses, like

the noise of a king with his army, and the robbers

shall take flight.


King Herod. Potz-tausend! HImmel-sacra . ment! Fllled am I with great wonderment

At this unwelcome news!
Am I not Herod? Who shall dare
My crown to take, my seeptre bear,

As king among the Jews?
(Here he sliall stride up and down and flourish his

What ho! I fain wonld drink a can
Of the strong wine of Canaan!

The wine of Heibon bring,
I purehased at the Fair of Tyre,
As red as blood, as hot as fire,

And fit for any king!

(He quaffs great goblets of wine.)
Now at the window will I stand
While in the street the armed band

The little children slay:
The babe thus bor n in Bethiehem
Will surely slaughtered be with them,

Nor live another day! (Here a voice of lamentation shall be heard in the strect.)

Rachel. O wicked king! O crnel speed I To do this most uurighteons deod!

My children oil are slain!

Herod. Ho, seneschal! another cup! With wine of Sorek fill it up!

I wonld a bumper drain!

Rahab. May maledietious fall and blast Thyself and lineage, to the last

Of all thy kith and kin!

Herod. Another goblet! quick! and stir Pomegranate juice and drops of myrrh

And calaums therein!

Soldiers (in the street). Give up thy child into onr hands! It is King Herod who caminands

That he shonld thus be slain!

The Nurse Medusa. O moustrons men! What have ye done! It is King Herod's ouly son

That ye have cleft in twain!

Herod. Ah, lnckless day! What words of fear Are these that smite upon my ear

With snch a doleful sonnd!
What torments wrack mv heart and head!
Wonld I were dead! wonld I were dead,

And buried in the gronnd! fHe falls down and writhes as though eaten by

worms. Hell 0).eus. and SATAN and ASTA

ItOTH come forth and drag him down.)


Jesus. The shower is over. Let us play. And make some sparrows ont of clay, Down by the river's side.

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