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Scene 5.

Interior of the inn

( As the Three Magi leave light in the right corner lights up. Some four shepherds are arranging their knapsacks and bags in readiness while two are admiring a brand new basin and one gives his considered opinion.)

One shepherd:

The Idumeans know their wares.( Knocks on the side to hear the ring.) “Tin as said. You were not cheated in the deal.”

(Laying it aside on the table) A rattle would have fit better.”


“The gift is for the parents. I know his mother.

For washing the baby it is just the thing she would need.”

(Next to them two are relieving their surge of emotions )


Our eyes have seen the King in glory

Angels seraphs and cherubim

I know not which is which

But awe overwhelms me

From head to toe.


The other:

One week without let up

Light dazzling white

Bursting through the tent of blue.

Cock-a-hoop I am

It holds a meaning.


The first:

Sure we are on furlough;

We shall seek the child

Born to delight the Name

I dread to mention,-

But let angels preserve us!

Babe in a manger! No less!

(The Lord of the Flies drawing near)

The LOF:

Pardon my speech. I just couldn’t help hearing.

‘Babe in a manger’, you said.

Is there some birth I ought to know?

Infant in purple anointed with oil

I have heard king’s household celebrate:

Pomp and their circumstance

Of birth

However do not allow

The crown nest on the jejune head…


The shepherds (in horror):

Speak kindly master

In plain words,

what we have seen and how you phrase hold no connection.

Before false dawn broke

We saw angels,

A week has passed. Still it is true;

So is what hymn they sang.

We heard as we hear you.

But you seek from us is neither

Here or there.


Lord of the flies asks permission “May I?” He takes the basin revealing it is empty, “Watch me hide my purse”. He does so with a flourish.

(After a pause)

How good is your vision?

All in Unison:

” We saw indeed your purse there.”

(The shepherd watch intensely as he upturns the basin.

To his confusion a white dove emerges from within)


The Lord of the flies:

“What is this?” (mutters)

(Exits in high dudgeon.)

Stage is darkened except for three figures as in the prelude.


Scene 6

(A dove hovering in sky is flashed before the backdrop

While the figures speak. Light picks out the speaker without distracting the image of the bird overhead. )


Who hath believed our report?

And to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?



Faith is a wayward child, it is thus

Our father in blissful state,

Ate the sinful fruit,

Despising the pulsating breath

As wings of the Spirit beat

Time with his native heart.


Taint of past must like bilge

From the hold thrown out;

New age with bow of heaven

Presage the passage of Mercy

And awful Judgment

For the unbelieving.

All honour and glory

To the Father of lights.

All creation even this hour

We are forever found in a circle

Of Light never put out even

Though the night pitch black

Resists the grace newly stirred

In the foundling’s form.

All honour and glory

To the Father of lights and

On men peace unstinted.



The light shone from gloom

Settled, O prophet of most

Lambent wit, graced with passion

As oracle you and I are

One single weathercock

By the breath of our Benign Sire

Spelling and Holding fast

East, west north south

Of man’s salvation with

Selfsame child the Holy seed.

He shall bruise the head

Of the loathsome enemy.

Of this I spoke

What the pulsating breath

As wings of the Spirit beat

Time with my native heart.



The Word has gone out and the vine

Struck veins of intransigent

Heart of loam

Besmirched by sin of man.

Behold the heart is most sinned when faith

finds its tendril passage


It was thus the infant came to man’s estate

A tender plant hemmed by thorns

And thistles of ingrate man’s neglect.



Yes indeed. O Prophetic Eye

You speak it pluperfect

The Word has writ foretime

And it shall indeed the case be.

This holy seed was the Word made flesh.

I know he shall grow up as a tender plant,

And as a root out of a dry ground

He hath no form nor comeliness;

And when we shall see him,

There is no beauty that we should desire him.

 He shall be despised and rejected of men;

A man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief

Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows:

Yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

 But he was wounded for our transgressions,

He was bruised for our iniquities:

The chastisement of our peace was upon him;

And with his stripes we are healed.


The chorus (reprise)

Glory Glory Glory

To Father in Heaven

Who decreed

and duly thus delivered

Hark ye, Hark Ye All men:

On Earth, peace

And Good Will

Toward All

(Curtain drops)


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