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Primus Pastor syrs, do my reede. ffor this trespas, we will nawther ban ne flyte, ffyght nor chyte, Bot haue done as tyte, And cast hym in canvas. lord! what I am sore / in poynt for to bryst.: In fayth I may no more / therfor wyll I ryst.
Secundus Pastor As a shepe of sevyn skore / he weyd in my fyst. ffor to slepe ay whore / me thynk that I lyst.
Tercius Pastor Now I pray you, lyg downe on this grene.
Primus Pastor On these thefys yit I mene.
Tercius Pastor wherto shuld ye tene So, as I say you?
Angel Ryse, hyrd men heynd! / for now is he borne
Primus Pastor This was a qwant stevyn / that euer yit I hard. It is a meruell to neuyn / thus to be skard.
Secundus Pastor Of godys son of heuyn / he spak vpward. All the wod on a leuyn / me thoght that he gard Appere.
Tercius Pastor : he spake of a barne In bedlem, I you warne.
Primus Pastor That betokyns yond starne. let vs seke hym there,
Secundus Pastor Say, what was his song? / hard ye not how he crakyd
Tercius Pastor yee, mary, he hakt it. was no crochett wrong / nor no thyng that lakt it.
Primus Pastor ffor to syng vs emong / right as he knakt it, I can.
Secundus Pastor let se how ye croyne. Can ye bark at the mone?
Tercius Pastor hold youre tonges, haue done!
Primus Pastor hark after, than.
Secundus Pastor To bedlem he bad / that we shuld gang: I am full fard / that we tary to lang.
Tercius Pastor Be mery and not sad / of myrth is oure sang, : Euer lastyng glad / to mede may we fang, Withoutt noyse.
Primus Pastor hy we theder for thy; If we be wete and wery, To that chyld and that lady we haue it not to lose.
Secundus Pastor we fynde by the prophecy-/ let be youre dyn-: Of dauid and Isay / and mo then I myn, Thay prophecyed by clergy / that in a vyrgyn shuld, he lyght and ly / to slokyn oure syn And slake it, Oure kynde from wo; ffor Isay sayd so, Cite` virgo Concipiet a chylde that is nakyd.
Tercius Pastor ffull glad may we be / and abyde that day That lufly to se / that all myghtys may. lord, well were me / for ones and for ay, Myght I knele on my kne / som word for to say To that chylde. Bot the angell sayd, In a cryb wos he layde; he was poorly arayd Both mener and mylde.
Primus Pastor patryarkes that has bene / and prophetys beforne,
Thay desyryd to haue sene / this chylde that is borne. Thay ar gone
full clene / that haue thay lorne.
Secundus Pastor Go we now, let vs fare / the place is vs nere.
Tercius Pastor : I am redy and yare / go we in fere To that
bright. Lord, if thi wylles be, we ar lewde all thre, Thou grauntt
vs somkyns gle To comforth thi wight.
Primus Pastor hayll, comly and clene! / hayll, yong child!:
hayll, maker, as I meyne, / of a madyn so mylde! Thou has waryd,
I weyne / the warlo so wylde; The fals gyler of teyn / now goys he
begylde. lo, he merys; lo, he laghys, my swetyng, A welfare metyng,
I haue holden my hetyng; haue a bob of cherys.
Secundus Pastor hayll, sufferan sauyoure! / ffor thou has vs soght
hayll, frely foyde and floure / that all thyng has wroght! hayll,
full of fauoure / that made all of noght!
Tercius Pastor : hayll, derlyng dere / full of godhede I pray the be nere / when that I haue nede. hayll! swete is thy chere! / my hart wold, blede : To se the sytt here / in so poore wede, With no pennys. hayll! put furth thy dall! I bryng the bot a ball haue and play the with all, And go to the tenys.
Mary The fader of heuen / god omnypotent. That sett all on seuen, / his son has he sent. My name couth he neuen / and lyght or he went. I conceyuyd hym full euen / thrugh myght as he ment, And now is he borne. he kepe you fro wo! I shall pray hym so; Tell furth as ye go, And myn on this morne.
Primus Pastor ffarewell, lady / so fare to beholde,
Secundus Pastor bot he lygys full cold. lord, well is me / now we go, thou behold,.
Tercius Pastor ffor sothe all redy / it semys to be told full oft.
Primus Pastor what grace we haue fun.
Secundus Pastor Com furth, now ar we won.
Tercius Pastor To syng ar we bun let take on loft.
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|The Second Shepherd’s Play Scene 7
The fields near Bethlehem in Judea
We see the three shepheds weary and tired with walking.
First Shepherd Lord, how I am sore and like to burst in
Second Shepherd As a sheep of seven score Mak weighed in my fist; to sleep anywhere methink I would list.
Third Shepherd Then I pray you, Lie down on this green.
First Shepherd (hesitating) On these thefts to think I yet mean.
Third Shepherd Then I pray you Lie down on this green.
First Shepherd (hesitating). On these thefts to think I yet mean.
Third Shepherd Whereto should ye be worried lean? Do as I tell you.
(They lie down to sleep but they have barely done so when an Angel appears above. He first sings the hymn “Gloria in Excelsis” then addresses the Shepherds)
Angel Rise herdsmen gentle, for now is He born That shall take from the Fiend what Adam had lorn. That fiend to overthrow this night is He born; God is made your Friend. Now at this morn, He commands, To Bedlem you go see: There lies that divine He In a crib that full poorly Betwixt two beasts stands.
(The Angel dissappears)
First Shepherd This was a quaint voice that ever yet I heard. It is a marvel to relate thus to be stirred.
Second Shepherd Of God’s son of heaven he spoke from above , All the wood was in lightning as he spoke of love. I thought it fair.
Third Shepherd Of a child heard I tell In Bedlem; I heard it well.
First Shepherd (pointing ot a star that has begun to blaze) Yonder star, above the dell: Let us follow him there.
Second Shepherd Say, what was his song? Heard ye how he sang it? Three breeves to a long.
Third Shepherd Yes marry, he thwacked it. Was no crotchet wrong nor nothing lacked it.
First Shepherd For to sing it again right as he trilled it. I can if I may.
Second Shepherd Let me see how ye croon, Or do ye but bark at the moon?
Third Shepherd Hold your toungues! Have done!
First Shepherd Hark after me I say!
Second Shepherd To Bedlem he bade that we should go I am troubled that we tarry too slow.
Third Shepherd Be merry nad not sad of mirth is our song lo! Everlasting glad in the rewards that will flow, No plaint may we make.
First Shepherd Hie we thither gladly, though we be wet and weary to that Child and that Lady Let us our way take.
Second Shepherd We find by the prophecy let be your din! Of David and Isaih, and more therein, As prophesied by clergy, that on a virgin Should He light and lie to redeem our sin And slake it. Our kind from woe. To save Isaiah said so- “Ecce virgo Concipiet a child that is naked”
Third Shepherd Full glad may we be, and await that day That lovely day that He shall with His might sway. Lord, well for me for once and for aye! Might I but kneel on my knee some word for to say To that child But the angel said In a crib is He laid, He is poorly arrayed, So meek and mild.
First Shepherd Patriarchs that have been and prophets beforne, They desired to have seen this Child that is born But they are gone full clean, from life forlorn- It is we shall see him, ere it be morn. By token When I see Him and feel, Then shall I know full well It is true as steel What prophets have spoken To so poor as we are that he should appear, We the first to find and be his messenger!
Second Shepherd Go we now, let us are: the place must be near.
Third Shepherd I am ready and eager: go we together
To that Light! Lord! If Thy will it be, Though we are lowly all three,
Grant us of Thy glee, To comfort Thy wight
First Shepherd Hail, comely and clean,
hail, young child. Hail Maker as I mean, born of maiden so mild! Thou hast
banned I deem the devil so wild. The evil beguiler now goes beguiled.
Second Shepherd Hail, sovereign Savior,
for Thou hast us sought! Hail Nursling, leaf and flower, that all things
hath wrought! Hail, full of favor, that made all of nought!
Third Shepherd Hail darling dear, full of godhead!
I pray The be near when that I have need. Hail! Sweet is Thy cheer! And
my heart must bleed To see Thee sit here clothed so poor indeed, With no
pennies. Hail! Thy hand put forth to us all—
The Virgin Mary The father of heaven, God omnipotent, That set all aright, his son has He sent. My name He chose forth, and on me his light spent; And I conceived Him forthwith through His might as God meant; And now is the Child born, May He keep you from woe! I shall pray him so. Till the glad news as ye go, And remember this morn.
The First Shepherd Farewell, Lady, so fair to behold. With thy child on thy knee.
Second Shepherd But he lies full cold Lord it is well with me! Now we go as ye behold.
Third Shepherd In truth already it seems to be told Full oft—
First Shepherd What grace we have found.
Second Shepherd Come forth! Now we are won!
Third Shepherd To sing of it we’re bound: Let us sing aloft!
-Source:pp.123-127. Medieval and Tudor Drama, ed. John Gassner, Bantam
Father Christmas.:In come I old Father Christmas, Welcome or welcome not, I hope old Father Christmas Will never be forgot. On my back I carry a pack, In my hand a pan. Try to help me if you can.
King George the Third:. In comes I King George the Third With my arms I break down the prison walls and set the prisoners free.
Black Prince of Paradise. In come I the Black Prince of Paradise, born in a fiery hole. ; King George the Third.Stand off thou black and American dog. And not let a word be said, For if I draw my sword to Thee I'll surely crack thy head. Black Prince of Darkness. How canst Thou crack my head? My head is made of cannon balls. My body's made of steel, My arms and legs of the first-class brass I challenge thee to feel.
King George the Third. Pull out thy sword to fight, pull out thy purse to pay, For recompense will I have before Thou go away.
Black Prince of Darkness: No recompense will I give, no money will I pay, But thee and I shall fight it out before we go away. They fight and the Black Prince of Darkness falls wounded.
King George the Third. Doctor, Doctor, where art thee ? The Turk is wounded in the knee. Hello, here comes old Jack the quack Doctor.
Philip Vincent. 'I'll let thee know my name isn't Jack the quack Doctor. He strikes . . . on the side of the head. My name is Philip Vincent the noble Doctor. I have a little bottle in my side pocket which I call the okum pokum drop. A little drop on the head, a little drop on the heart. Rise up again and take thy part.
Source: Tiddy R. J. E. The Mummers' Play. Oxford, 1923.
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In the midst of much singing, dancing and feasting, enter some mummers or performers,
led by Father Christmas, who is swinging a mighty club)
Father Christmas: Here come I, old Father Christmas,
Welcome, or welcome not.
I hope old Father Christmas
Will never be forgot.
I have not come here to laugh or to jeer,
But for a pocketful of money and a skinful of beer
To show some sport or pastime,
Gentlemen and Ladies, in the Christmas-time.
If you will not believe what I now say,
Come in the Turkish Knight! Clear the way
Enter the Turkish Knight
Open the doors and let me in
I hope your favors now to win;
Whether I rise, or whether I fall,
I'll do my best to please you all.
Prince George is here, and swears he will come in;
And if he does, I know hell pierce my skin.
If he does not believe what I now say,
Come in the King of Egypt'--Clear the Way!
Enter the King of Egypt
King of Egypt
Here I, the King of Egypt, boldly do appear.
Prince George, Prince George, walk in, my son and heir!
Walk in , my son, Prince George, and boldly play thy part
That all the people her may see thy wondrous art.
Enter Prince George
Here come I, Saint George, from Britain have I sprung
I'll fight the Dragon bold, for my wonders have begun.
I'll clip his wings, he shall not fly;
I'll cut him down, or else I'll die The Dragon
Who's he that seeks the Dragons blood
And calls so angry and so loud?
That English dog, will he before me stand?
I'll cut him down with my courageous hand
With my long teeth and my scurvy jaw
Of such as he I break up half a score
Prince George and the Dragon fight; the Dragon is killed.
Father Christmas Is there a Doctor to be found
All ready, near at hand,
To cure the deep and deadly wound
And make the Champion stand!
Enter a Doctor, holding a bottle of medicine under his arm
All ready, near at hand,
To cure a deep and deadly wound
And make the champion stand'
Father Christmas What can you cure
All sorts of diseases,
Whatever you pleases,
The phthistic, the palsy, and the gout
Whatever the disorder, I soon draw
Father Christmas What is your fee?
Fifteen pounds is all my fee,
The money you lay down.
But since `tis such a rogue as he,
I'll cure him for ten pound.
I have a little bottle of Elucampane:
To the actor who impersonates the Dragon.
Here Jack, take a little of this flip-flop,
Pour it down thy tip-top,
Then rise and fight again.
The Doctor gives him the medicine The Dragon comes to life again, and fights
with St George, and is killed again
Here I am, St. George, a worthy champion bold,
And with my sword and spear I've won three crowns of gold
I've found the fiery dragon and brought him to the slaughter~
And with that I've won fair Sabra, the King of Egypts daughter
The Turkish Knight advances.
Here come I, the Turkish Knight,
Come from the Turkish land to fight,
I'll fight St George, who is my foe,
And make him yield before I go.
He brags to such a high degree
He thinks that none can do the like of he.
Where is that Turk that will before me stand?
I'll cut him down with my courageous hand.
Oh! Pardon me, Prince George, pardon of thee I crave
Oh' Pardon me this night and I will be thy slave.
They fight; the Turkish Knight is defeated and falls on one knee
I'll never pardon a Turkish Knight,
So rise up again and try thy might.
They fight again, and the Turkish Knight is killed.
Father Christmas calls once more for the Doctor, who appears quickly and cures
Then the Doctor is given a basin of girdy grout,' following which he is given a
kick and driven out by the actors. Then Fair Sabra, the King of Egypts daughter,
appears and goes toward Prince George to become his wife.
Father Christmas So, ladies and gentlemen, your sport now has ended.
Therefore, behold this box, which is highly commended'
The box would speak, if
had but a tongue,
Come throw in your money and think it no wrong.
Father Christmas starts collecting money in his box
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