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Lncifer. Yes; if the world were not so rotten,
Prince Heary Bnt this deed, is it good or evil?
Lncifer, Ay; and from whatsoever sin
Prince Heary. Give me thy holy benedietion.
Lncifer (stretching forth his hand and umtter-
The Angel (with the molian harp). Take heed!
To the suggestious of an evil spirit!
A Room in tlie Farm-Honse.
Gottlieb. It is decided! For many days,
Ursula. It is of God. He has iuspired
Gottlieb. As Abraham offered long ago
(URSULA hides her face.)
Elsie. My life is little,
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.
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
Elsie. Will yon not promise?
Prince Heary. If ever we depart upon this
Elsie. Shall we not go, then? Have yon lifted
Prince Heary. O Elsie! what a lesson thon dost
0 pure in heart! from thy sweet dust shall
Lilies upon whose petals will lie written
AstreeHnStrasbarg. Sight. P1UNCE HENRY
Prince Heury. Still is the night. The sonnd of
Crier of the Dead (ringing a hell).
All ye that sleep!
1 see the dead that sleep in the grave!
Crier of tlie Dead.
• As \vhen good angels war with devils;
Who. nt LlfeWfowing Toast, proposes
Crier of the Dead.
Prince Heury. Wake not, beloved! be thy sleep
Crier of the dead (at a distance).
Prince Heary, Lo! with what depth of black-
Walter (the Jfirnicsingcr). Friend! can yon tell
Prince Heury I am a stranger in the town,
Walter. Thon hast gnessed rightly; and thy name Is Heury of Hobeneck!
Prince Heury. Ay, the same.
Walter (embracing him) Come closer, closer,
Prince Heury. A tale of wonder and of pity!
Walter. Dost thon not see upon my breast
Prince Heury. Ah, wonld that way were also
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
Walter. My hopes are high, my heart is prond,
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.
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,
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
Prince Heuru. A pulpit in the open air;
Friar Cnthbert (gesticulating and cracking a pos-
(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
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.
Elsie. I am at home here in my Father's
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,
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
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
( 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,
A MIRACLE PLAY.
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.
Of the Protevangelion,
So that he who reads may run 1
(Blows kts trumpet.)
My pitcher at the well to fill,
In this seqnestered place.
Save babblings of the spring.
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
I aimost fear to say.
Gabriel. Fear not, O Mary! bnt believe!
A child this very day.
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
Justice. It caunot be, it umst not be!
Justice. What penitence proportionate
The Four Virtucs. Lord! we have searehed the
"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.)
II.—MARV AT THE WELL.
Mary. Along the garden walk, and thence
III.—THE ANGEI.S OF THE SEVEK PLANETS, BEARING THE STAR OK BETHLEHEM.
The Angels. The Angels of the Planets Seven, Across the shining fields of heaven
The natal star we bring!
When God's aimighty breath.
Beneath the azure cope!
The place where lovers be.
Except the sun alone!
Is my allotted sphere!
My songs of power prelnde
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.)
IV.—THE WISE MEN OF THE EAST.
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!
In darkness shalt thon go!
Melchior. Hail to thee. King of Jerusalem!
Await thy brow and hand!
Abashed thy subjeets stand!
Belshazzar. Hail to thee, Christ of Christen-
Thy name shall men adore!
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.)
V.—THE FLIGHT INTO EGYPT.
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,
He is nimble as a goat.
Mary. O Joseph! I am mnch afraid,
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,
On the aecursed tree.
In Paradise with me.
the noise of a king with his army, and the robbers
shall take flight.
VI—THE SLAUGHTER OF THE INNOCENTS.
King Herod. Potz-tausend! HImmel-sacra . ment! Fllled am I with great wonderment
At this unwelcome news!
As king among the Jews?
The wine of Heibon bring,
And fit for any king!
(He quaffs great goblets of wine.)
The little children slay:
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!
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.)
VII.— JESUS AT PLAY WITH HIS SCHOOLMATES.
Jesus. The shower is over. Let us play. And make some sparrows ont of clay, Down by the river's side.