{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/prwe/prwe232.htm","path":"neu/eng/prwe/prwe232.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/prwe/prwe232.htm","text":"\"ST GEORGE\"--THE CHRISTMAS PLAYS.\nTHE Christmas play is a very ancient institution in Cornwall. At one time religious subjects were chosen, but those gave way to romantic plays. The arrangements were tolerably complete, and sometimes a considerable amount of dramatic skill was displayed.\n\"St George, and the other tragic performers, are dressed out some. what in the style of morris-dancers, in their shirt sleeves and white trousers, much decorated with riblbons and handkerchiefs, each carryg a drawn sword in his hand, if they can be procured, otherwise a cudgel. They wear high caps of pasteboard, adorned with beads, small pieces of looking-glass, coloured paper, &c. ; several long strips of pith generally hang down from the top, with small pieces of different coloured cloth strung on them; the whole has a very smart effect.\nFather Christmas is personified in a grotesque manner, as an ancient man wearing a large mask and wig, and a huge club, wherewith he keeps the bystanders in order.\nThe Doctor, who is generally the merryandrew of the piece, is dressed in any ridiculous way, with a wig, three-cornered hat, and painted face.\nThe other comic characters are dressed according to fancy.\nThe female, where there is one, is usually in the dress worn half a century ago.\nThe hobbyhorse, which is a character sometimes introduced, wears a representation of a horse's hide.\nBeside the regular drama of \"St George,\" many parties of mummers go about in fancy dresses of every sort, most commonly the males in female attire, and vice versa.\nBATTLE OF ST GEORGE\n[One of the party steps in, crying out, -\nRoom, a room, brave gallants, room !\n Within this court\n I do resort\n To show some sport\n And pastime,\n Gentlemen and ladies, in the Christmas time.\n[After this note of preparation, Old Father Christmas capers into the room, saying -\nHere comes I, Old Father Christmas;\n Welcome or welcome not,\n I hope Old Father Christmas\n Will never be forgot.\n I was born in a rocky country, where there was no wood to make me cradle; I\n was rocked in a stouring bowl, which made me round shouldered then, and I am\n round shouldered still.\n[He then frisks about the room, until he thinks he has sufficiently amused the spectators, when he makes his exit, with this speech -\nWho went to the orchard to steal apples to make gooseberry pies against Christmas ?\n[These prose speeches, you may suppose, depend much upon the imagination of the actor.\nEnter Turkish Knight\nHere comes I, a Turkish Knight,\n Come from the Turkish land to fight;\n And if St George do meet me here,\n I'll try his courage without fear.\nEnter St George\nHere comes I, St George,\n That worthy champion bold;\n And, with my sword and spear,\n I won three crowns of gold.\n I fought the dragon bold,\n And brought him to the slaughter;\n By that I gain'd fair Sabra,\n To the King of Egypt's daughter.\nT.K. St George, I pray, be not too bold\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If thy blood is hot, I'll soon make\n it cold\n St. G Thou Turkish knight, I pray forbear;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I'll make thee dread my sword and\n spear.\n[They fight until the Turkish knight falls\nSt. G I have a little bottle, which goes by the name\n Elicumpane;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If the man is alive, let him rise and\n fight again.\n[The Knight here rises on one knee, and endeavours to continue the fight, but is again struck down\nT.K. Oh pardon me, St George; oh pardon me, I crave;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh pardon me this once, and I will be\n thy slave.\n St. G I'll never pardon a Turkish knight;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Therefore arise and try thy might.\n[The knight gets up, and they fight, till the knight receives a heavy blow, and then drops on the ground as dead.\nSt G Is there a doctor to be found\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To cure a deep and deadly wound ?\nEnter Doctor\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh yes, there\n is a doctor to be found,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To cure a deep and deadly wound.\nSt. G What can you cure ?\n Doctor I can cure the itch, the palsy, and gout;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If the devil's in him. I'll pull him\n out.\n[The doctor here performs the cure with sundry grimaces, and St George and the knight again fight, when the latter is knocked down, and left for dead.\n[Then another performer enters, and on seeing the dead body, says, -\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ashes to\n ashes, dust to dust;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If Uncle Tom Pearce won't have him,\n Aunt Molly must.\n[The hobby horse here capers in, and takes off the body.\nEnter Old Squire\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Here comes I,\n old, Old Squire\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As black as any friar\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As ragged as a colt,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To leave fine clothes for malt.\nEnter Hub Bub\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Here comes I,\n old Hub Bub Bub Bub;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Upon my shoulders I carries a club,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And in my hand a frying pan,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 So am I not a valient man ?\n[These characters serve as a sort of burlesque on St George and the other hero, and may be regarded in the light of an anti-masque\nEnter the Box-holder\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Here comes I,\n great head and little wit;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Put your hand in your pocket, and\n give what you think fit.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Gentlemen and ladies sitting down at\n your ease,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Put your hand in your pocket, and\n give me what you please.","title":"Popular Romances of the West of England: Customs of Ancient Days: \"St George\" - The Christmas Plays","type":"page"}