{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_69644/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_69644","id":"gutenberg_69644","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/69644","summary":null,"tags":["Category: British Literature","Category: Plays/Films/Dramas","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Jesus Christ -- Drama","Mysteries and miracle-plays"],"text":"Nazareth: a Morality in\n  One Act: by Laurence\n  Housman\n\n\n\n\n  Samuel French: Publisher\n  28-30 West Thirty-eighth Street: New York\n  LONDON\n  Samuel French, Ltd.\n  26 SOUTHAMPTON STREET, STRAND\n\n\n\n\n  Copyright, 1916\n  By LAURENCE HOUSMAN\n\n\n  CAUTION.--Amateurs and Professionals are hereby warned that\n   \u201cNAZARETH,\u201d being fully protected under the copyright laws of the\n   United States, is subject to royalty, and any one presenting the play\n   without the consent of the author or his authorized agent, will be\n   liable to the penalties by law provided. Application for the right\n   to produce \u201cNAZARETH\u201d must be made to Samuel French, 28-30 West 38th\n   Street, New York City.\n\n\n  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.\n\n\n\n\nNAZARETH.\n\n\n\n\nPROLOGUE.\n\n\n    Since Love first looked on life with human eyes,\n    Twixt him and us time like a curtain lies.\n    Of all the years while He made life His own\n    With dear familiar touch--how little\u2019s known!\n    The gospels of His Birth, the tale make plain\n    Then two years till He died and rose again,\n    Naught else remains to us of all, save when\n    He, at Jerusalem, with learned men\n    Was by His parents found, and taken thence\n    Back to far Nazareth. And by no sense\n    Of mortal mind from where they now lie hid\n    Can we recover the fair things He did,\n    Growing to man\u2019s estate, that He might die\n    For man\u2019s salvation; hidden there they lie,\n    The days which mounted up to Calvary.\n\n    Yet here on earth that lovely deed was done;\n    Love in man\u2019s form took life from wind and sun,\n    Waked, slept, ate bread, and toiled, and without speed,\n    Patient, made test of each frail weak human need;\n    Found means on small frail feet men\u2019s ways to go;\n    From mother tongue was taught man\u2019s speech to know;\n    So, for man\u2019s making, childhood, boyhood, youth,\n    Each he endowed in turn with deathless truth,\n    Himself the type and pattern for each stage\n    Of human growth. Oh! in what future age\n    Shall we who, seeking that lost Pattern, roam,\n    Find it again, and to that form come home?\n\n    Ah, friends! this simple showing that ye see\n    Of Love at Nazareth, this is not He!\n    \u2019Tis but a thought, a fathering wish, a prayer\n    That with hearts knit we may come closelier there,\n    Where He lived lowly. Lo, He by your side\n    Lies hidden, a waiting guest, still multiplied\n    By man\u2019s still growing needs,--with such intent\n    He made humanity His Sacrament;\n    The flesh and blood, which here we beat and bruise,\n    Is Christ\u2019s. Ah, put it to some better use!\n    Be members all with all! Hear what Love saith,\n    And make your home with Him at Nazareth!\n\n\n\n\nNAZARETH\n\n\n SCENE:--_The Carpenter\u2019s shop is a low, broad chamber built of wood.\n     At the back to the left-center a wide open doorway reveals a level\n     stretch of landscape. It is late afternoon, but the air is still\n     pale with the heat of day. To the right of the door is a small\n     square window with wooden shutters thrown wide; before it stands a\n     carpenter\u2019s bench upon which lies a wooden door frame nearly\n     finished. The carpenter and his assistant are quietly at work\n     planing, and boring holes for the fitting in of the rivets; beneath\n     them the floor is strewn with shavings, saw-dust, and odds and ends\n     of wood. Away to the left, near a spinning wheel, sits an aged\n     woman combing flax. Against the wall to the same side of the\n     doorway sits_ MARY, _the carpenter\u2019s wife, with a book upon her\n     knees; on the other side her son stands against the door-post, with\n     his back to the interior, looking out into the sunshine._\n\n     _After the scene has opened the carpenter raises himself from a\n     stooping position, and hands over to_ REUBEN, _his assistant, a\n     beam of wood, which the latter lays aside._\n\nCARPENTER. \u2019Twill soon be done. Nay, we\u2019ll not need that now. Yes,\nspeak on. If you read slowly enough, I can give heed.\n\nMARY. (_Reading_). \u201cBecause his visage was so marred, many did marvel\nat him then, for more than most his form was scarred, yea, more than\nall the sons of men. Yet him shall all the nations hear, and kings\nshall shut their mouths for fear.\u201d\n\nCARPENTER. (_To_ REUBEN) Be careful, now the cross-beam\u2019s laid.\n\nOLD ANNA. What cause have kings to be afraid?\n\nMARY. (_Reading_) \u201cWho hath believed our report? To whom is the Lord\u2019s\narm revealed? He shall grow up in tender sort, and as a root from a dry\nfield, having no form nor comeliness, that men who see should scorn him\nless.\u201d\n\nCARPENTER. Hold it fast, now! Nay, don\u2019t let go.\n\nMARY.--\n\n    \u201cHe is rejected and despised,\n    A man of sorrows, grief his lot,\n    He came to us unrecognized,\n    Despising, we esteemed him not.\n    Surely our sorrows he hath borne,\n    And for our sins hath felt the rod,\n    Wherefore he seemed a shape for scorn----\n    One smitten by the hand of God.\n    But he was wounded for our sins,\n    For our iniquities was scourged,\n    By chastisement our peace he wins,\n    And with his stripes mankind is purged.\n    All we like sheep have gone astray,\n    Turned everyone to his own way.\n    And upon him the Lord doth lay\n    The iniquity of all.\u201d\n\n (OLD ANNA _touches her daughter, and points toward the child_.)\n\nMARY. (_After a pause, watching him_)\n\n    My son, what yonder dost thou see,\n    That holds thy gaze so steadfastly?\n    Come hither, child, and tell it me.\n\nCHILD.--\n\n    I see the land all parched and dry,\n    And sheep, without a shepherd nigh,\n    And surely some look like to die.\n\nANNA. I see no sheep.\n\nMARY.--\n\n    Nay, dearest one.\n    Thine eyes are dazzled by the sun;\n    See, in the field thy playmates run,\n    Wilt thou not join them?\n\nCHILD.--\n\n    Mother, nay!\n    I will not go with them to-day.\n\nANNA. He never was a child for play.\n\nCHILD. Mother, what were you reading then?\n\nMARY.--\n\n    Isaiah\u2019s prophecy how men\n    Shall still be blind when God again\n    Comes to save Zion and redeem\n    His chosen ones.\n\nCHILD. Was it a dream?\n    Or did he see? How did he know?\n\nMARY. He heard God\u2019s word, and told men so.\n\nCHILD. And was that many years ago?\n\nMARY. Seven hundred years.\n\nCHILD.--\n\n    But having here\n    His word to guide them, do men fear\n    They will not see Salvation near?\n\nANNA. Aye! many fear it. I for one.\n\nCARPENTER. There, that\u2019s right! Now, \u2019tis almost done.\n\n (_The child turns towards the carpenter\u2019s bench._)\n\nMARY. Thou will not miss that sight, my son.\n\nCARPENTER.--\n\n    Come, little son, and hold the wood!\n    Brace hard the end, while I make good\n    The upright. See how crooked it stood!\n\nCHILD. What art thou making, father?\n\nCARPENTER.--\n\n    Nay,\n    See for thyself, my child, what way\n    One grows to wisdom day by day.\n    It is a door.\n\n (REUBEN _goes and takes a cup, dips it in a bowl of water near the door\n     and drinks_.)\n\nCHILD. Whose door?\n\nCARPENTER.\n\n    Why, mine,\n    Till I\u2019m paid for it!\n\nCHILD. How came it thine?\n\nCARPENTER. I made it.\n\nCHILD. How?\n\nCARPENTER.--\n\n    Well, first I bought\n    The timber; after that I wrought,\n    Rough hewed and shaped it, leaving nought\n    To chance--so that all parts agree\n    When joined together. Dost thou see?\n    Art satisfied?\n\nCHILD. (_After a pause_) Who made the tree?\n\nCARPENTER. (_After a pause_) God made the tree, my son.\n\nCHILD.--\n\n    And through\n    Long years it put forth leaf, and grew\n    In beauty till man came and slew.\n\n (_He caresses the wood, laying his face upon it_)\n\nCARPENTER. Strange fancies still!\n\nCHILD.--\n\n    And so the tree\n    Died, and gave up its life to be\n    A door through which man passes free,\n    To work God\u2019s will.\n\nCARPENTER.--\n\n    Come, come, you waste\n    Your father\u2019s time, my son! Make haste,\n    Reuben--we\u2019ve got the lintel placed;\n    Bring me the nails.\n\nREUBEN. (_As he brings the nails and drives them in. Sings_)\n\n    Oh, what is yon tree that stands so high\n      And stretches its arms in sorrow?\n    \u201cOh, that is the gallows where I must die,\n      Where I must die to-morrow.\u201d\n\n    Oh, what hast thou done, my only son,\n      That thou shouldst die to-morrow?\n    \u201cMy life I lend to a well-loved friend\n      Who health of me would borrow.\u201d\n\n    If so thou lend to a well-loved friend,\n      How heavy must be his sorrow!\n    \u201cAh, say not so, for well I know\n      I hang by his hand to-morrow.\u201d\n\n (_The child has taken the bag of nails from_ REUBEN, _and hands them\n     to him, one by one, as he drives them in. One of the nails pierces\n     the child\u2019s palm. He bows his head over it._)\n\nCARPENTER.--\n\n    Why, there, there, there! You\u2019ve done it now!\n    Reuben, \u2019twas your fault to allow\n    A little child like him to play\n    With anything so sharp as they!\n\n (MARY _comes forward and kneels by the child\u2019s side. She takes his\n     hand and tries to staunch the blood_)\n\n    Has it gone far?\n\nMARY.--\n\n    The wound is deep.\n    Stay, I will bind it! See you keep\n    Your hand up, child. Quick, mother, bring\n    Yon water fresh-drawn from the spring\n    To wash it clean, for there was rust.\n\n (ANNA _brings the water bowl, while_ REUBEN _draws forward a low bench\n     at one end of which she sets it down_)\n\n    Maybe, upon the iron, or dust\n    To cause a festering in the wound.\n\n (MARY _bathes his hand and binds it. The child closes his eyes and\n     sinks against her breast._)\n\nANNA.--\n\n    Oh! See, he has already swooned\n    For loss of blood.\n\nMARY.--\n\n    Nay, nay, \u2019tis sleep!\n    Aye! saw you not how at the leap\n    Of first sharp pain his face lit up,\n    And how he bowed as to a cup\n    His lips, and drained it to the lees?\n    So to this spirit now comes ease\n    And rest; for surely here he tastes\n    Of that dark vintage of the wastes\n    Whereto, for mortal need, he hastes.\n\nCARPENTER. Strange words!\n\nMARY.--\n\n    But stranger than all words\n    The peace which holds him now and herds\n    My lamb\u2019s life with the blessed dead.\n\n (_She moves to lay him along the bench._ ANNA _spreads a cloak across\n     it_)\n\n    Lift off the bowl, and let his head\n    Rest so, even so.\n\nCARPENTER.--\n\n    There! Let him lie\n    Quiet awhile. Ah! he won\u2019t die\n    Of that!\n\n (_He lays his hand kindly upon his wife, then turns away. Evening has\n     begun to close in_)\n\n    Now, Reuben, you and I\n    Must stir while daylight yet allows!\n    This door is for the High-Priest\u2019s house,\n    And should already be in its place\n    For now Passover comes apace;\n    And last night they sent word to say\n    \u2019Twas to be up before the day,\n    So that the lintel beam might bear\n    The blood-marks for the coming year.\n\nMARY. Look! There are stains already there!\n\nCARPENTER. I\u2019ll wash them off!\n\nMARY.--\n\n    Nay, let them stay!\n    This blood, I trow, was shed to-day\n    To take some mortal\u2019s guilt away.\n\n (_The two men have lifted the door and set it to stand against the\n     middle post of the doorway where it makes the form of three crosses\n     standing together._)\n\nCARPENTER.--\n\n    Soon through this door the holy feet\n    Of Caiaphas in service met\n    Shall pass each day to do God\u2019s will.\n\nMARY.--\n\n    And, what he hath ordained, fulfill.\n    And some day they shall bring a Lamb\n    And slay, and lo, upon the jamb\n    And lintel of this self-same door,\n    Where blessed blood has been before,\n    More blessed blood shall then be spilt\n    To take from Caiaphas his guilt.\n\n (_The men having put away their tools lift the door and carry it\n     away._)\n\nANNA. (_Reading_) \u201cHe was taken from prison and from judgment, and who\nshall declare his generation? For he was cut off out of the land of the\nliving, for the transgression of my people was he smitten. And he made\nhis grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he\nhad done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.\u201d\n\n (_Voices of water-carriers heard without._)\n\n1ST ANTIPHON. The bows of the mighty men are broken.\n\n2ND ANTIPHON. And they that stumbled are girded with strength.\n\n1ST ANTIPHON. They that were full have hired themselves for bread.\n\n2ND ANTIPHON. And they that were hungry have ceased.\n\n (_The women pass by._)\n\n1ST ANTIPHON. So that the barren hath born seven.\n\n2ND ANTIPHON. And she that hath many children is waxed feeble.\n\n1ST ANTIPHON.--\n\n    The Lord killeth, and maketh alive.\n    He bringeth down to the grave and bringeth up.\n\n2ND ANTIPHON. The Lord maketh poor and maketh rich. He bringeth low and\nlifteth up.\n\nMARY. It is the women going to the well.\n\nANNA. What are they singing?\n\nMARY.--\n\n    Of the joy that fell,\n    To Anna for her first-born, Samuel.\n\nANNA. And thy joy also!\n\nMARY. And the pain as well!\n\n1ST ANTIPHON. He raiseth the poor out of the dust.\n\n2ND ANTIPHON. And lifteth up the beggar from the dunghill.\n\n1ST ANTIPHON. To set them among the princes.\n\n2ND ANTIPHON. And to make them inherit the throne of glory.\n\n1ST ANTIPHON. He will keep the feet of his saints.\n\n2ND ANTIPHON. And the wicked shall be silent in darkness.\n\n1ST ANTIPHON. For by strength shall no man prevail.\n\n2ND ANTIPHON. The adversaries of the Lord shall be broken in pieces.\n\n (_The voices pass away. It begins to grow dark._)\n\nANNA. (_Sings as she winds her flax_)\n\n    Little child, lo, I spin\n    Flax to clothe thy body in;\n    Little child, do not grieve\n    Out of this a cloth I\u2019ll weave,\n    Make of it a little shirt,----\n    What man shall do thee hurt?\n    So while it lasts, wear it still,\n    What man shall wish thee ill?\n    Do not from thy body strip\n    This; \u2019tis human fellowship.\n\n (_She lays the cloth over the child_)\n\nMARY.--\n\n    When thou to death art bowed\n    This web shall be thy shroud.\n    So in fellowship with all\n    Thy soul shall meet God\u2019s call,\n    Oh, then, may my soul, too,\n    Wake and see the darkness through\n    And my ears, no longer bound,\n    List, to the heavenly sound!\n\n (_A pause._ ANNA _lights a small lamp. As she goes to place it in the\n     window she stops. Its light falls on the sleeping child_)\n\nMARY.--\n\n    See, from his face has passed the pain.\n    And every sense of heart and brain\n    Is gathered unto rest again.\n    O son, O child, while round thy sleep\n    The peace of God lies folded deep,\n    Thou can\u2019st not hear thy mother weep.\n    Oh, me, the anguish and the dread\n    Of that dark hour which lies ahead\n    When I shall see thee lying dead.\n    Clay, cold, and all my cares undone!\n    O perfect, pure, and stainless one,\n    My son, my own, my little son.\n\n (_A sound of sheep passing is heard. A shepherd stops at the door, and\n     looks in. He draws off his hat._)\n\nSHEPHERD. God\u2019s peace be in this house. (_He goes on his way_)\n\nANNA. Again!\n\nMARY. Who spoke?\n\nANNA.--\n\n    The shepherd from the plain,\n    The stranger, so last night he came\n    And stayed to greet us in God\u2019s name,\n    Then went.\n\nMARY.--\n\n    And there were others, too,\n    Who also stayed.\n\n (_A stranger passes the door._)\n\nSTRANGER. Peace be with you!\n\nMARY. God give you peace. (_She rises and turns_)\n\nANNA. Nay, he is gone.\n\nMARY.--\n\n    Oh, strange! And more will come anon,\n    And each one turning from his way,\n    Wilt halt here at the door to say\n    Some word, or show by look or sign\n    That here peace dwells!\n\n (_Enter an old man._)\n\nOLD MAN.--\n\n    Yes, peace is thine!\n    I would, I would to God, such peace were mine.\n\n (_Enter a little child, led by its mother. The little one kneels\n     beside the bench where the other child is laid._)\n\nLITTLE CHILD.--\n\n    Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,\n    Look upon a little child,\n    Pity my simplicity,\n    And suffer me to come to thee!\n\n (_The mother lifts the little one from its knees and carries it away._)\n\nOLD MAN. (_Weeping, he stands in the child\u2019s place_)\n\n    I\u2019m an old sinner, oft have I gone the road\n    Of mine own will, so now I bear the load;\n    And in my body grief has come to pass!\n    Surely, the preacher saith, all flesh is grass,\n    And goodliness the flower of the field.\n    Lo, the wind passeth, and its day is o\u2019er,\n    And in his place man\u2019s name is known no more.\n    God give us peace.\n\n (_He kneels. While he speaks others have entered. The scene has grown\n     dark. One of the men carries a lantern_)\n\n1ST MAN. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, but the word of our\nGod shall stand forever.\n\n2ND MAN. Son of God, shine on us!\n\n (_All kneel._)\n\n3RD MAN. Lamb of God, look on us!\n\n4TH MAN. Shepherd of men, set thy sign on us!\n\n5TH MAN. And lay thy yoke on us!\n\n1ST MAN. And we will be thankful.\n\n (_The moon rises. Outside the door, others are seen kneeling: men,\n     women and children._)\n\nALL. Hail, Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee! Blessed art thou\namong women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb: Jesus. Holy Mary,\nMother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death.\nAmen.\n\n (_One by one the men rise and go out. The crowd outside also\n     disappears._ ANNA _goes and closes the doors, and the shutter of\n     the window. The house is flooded with moonlight._ MARY _kneels at\n     the head of the sleeping child. 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