Little plays of StFrancis; a dramatic cycle from the life and legend of StFrancis of Assisi . ound: some of the sick have risen fromtheir beds to watch ; the dying thricst out Aye ! Thou dost well to hate, andfeast thine eyes on him—that let thee live ! LEO. For my life, Brother, I thank thee. . .And thou, also, art alive. ... So we are togetheragain. [As he reaches for them, rudolfo draws back Ah, mercy ! Do not touch me ILEO. Thy pardon. Brother. Give thyself to love ;And let me wash thy feet! [For a moment rudolfo sits rigid ; then witha loud cry he flin
Little plays of StFrancis; a dramatic cycle from the life and legend of StFrancis of Assisi . ound: some of the sick have risen fromtheir beds to watch ; the dying thricst out Aye ! Thou dost well to hate, andfeast thine eyes on him—that let thee live ! LEO. For my life, Brother, I thank thee. . .And thou, also, art alive. ... So we are togetheragain. [As he reaches for them, rudolfo draws back Ah, mercy ! Do not touch me ILEO. Thy pardon. Brother. Give thyself to love ;And let me wash thy feet! [For a moment rudolfo sits rigid ; then witha loud cry he flings up his hands; and, throw-ing back cowl and robe, sits naked to the waist,his body showing a dreadful whiteness in thedim Ah ! not my feet,— Not my feet only, but my hands and head !LEO. Thy feet first. LEPER. What does it all mean ?They frighten me ! [Fear, indeed, seems to be upon all of them. Onlyone of the dying Lepers Christ! Gentle Christ! [As LEO stoops to wash the feet of rudolfo thescene fades into darkness. CURTAIN 172 SISTER GOLD. Scene: A hillside road lead-ing up into forest. Dawnis beginning; one bird pipes,then another, till the air isloud with them. As thelight increases one sees underthe trees by the wayside thefigure of Francis^ hooded,with hands folded in hissleeves, his head raised inecstasy. FRANCIS. Welcome, Sister Dawn ! [The sun , Brother Sun ! [Up the hill comes brother juniper, grunting and out of breath, carrying a large basket full of bread. JUNIPER. O Lord ! my poor back ! O Lord ! what big brother bellies to feed we do all have, to be sure ! O Lord ! what a [He sees francis and pulls up with a Lord love you. Father, have you had a stroke ?Or is it Lots Wife you re thinking yourself to be ?Or is it our Blessed Lord, and our Lady, and all therest of em ye re seeing up there so plain ? . .Father Francis, speak to me for the love of God !. . O Lord ! the holy horrors : he s got emagai
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