Little plays of StFrancis; a dramatic cycle from the life and legend of StFrancis of Assisi . ing him, saying no-thing, listening to the bird. Presently the oldman drops the bag back into the hole, and beginsto shovel in the earth with his hands ; his breastis shaken with dry sobs. He works slowly atfirst, then with more and more feverish hastetill the task is done. Father, give me your blessing ; . .for I have sinned ! FRANCIS. The Lord bless you and keep you. Brother. The Lord make His face to shine upon you. The Lord lift up the light of His countenance upon you, and give you peace. [FRANCI
Little plays of StFrancis; a dramatic cycle from the life and legend of StFrancis of Assisi . ing him, saying no-thing, listening to the bird. Presently the oldman drops the bag back into the hole, and beginsto shovel in the earth with his hands ; his breastis shaken with dry sobs. He works slowly atfirst, then with more and more feverish hastetill the task is done. Father, give me your blessing ; . .for I have sinned ! FRANCIS. The Lord bless you and keep you. Brother. The Lord make His face to shine upon you. The Lord lift up the light of His countenance upon you, and give you peace. [FRANCIS makes the sign of the Cross; thenturns and goes up the hill. The old mantotters to his feet, the sun shines on hisface. The look of fear goes out of his the friary comes the sound of the Angelus. The old man crosses himself threetimes, kneels down and prays. You hear thefirst words, Ave Maria ; after that you onlysee the quick muttering of his lips. At Sancta Maria he becomes audible again, butthe rest is silence. When his lips cease tomove the curtain falls. 196 BROTHER SUN. Scene: The camp of theSaracens before Damietta,looking out eastward over thesands and lagoons. In a large circular tent,gorgeously hung with arras ojgold and scarlet, the Soldansits enthroned on a high the steps to right andleft, in order of rank, standhis Emirs and the entrance are armedSoldiers and around the tent-walls Nubian Slaves and ArabServants. Against the pole of the tent stands the Soldans Sword-bearer. The door is wide open, revealing the red glare of anEastern day now nearing its end. Before the Soldan stands theCaptain of the Guard. SOLDAN. Two men, you say, Captain ? Whatlike are they? CAPTAIN. Beggars, Soldan, to look upon : ragged,bare-foot, and very weary. SOLDAN. Whence come they ? CAPTAIN. From the camp of the Infidel—so theysay. SOLDAN. Had they arms ? CAPTAIN. No, Soldan. SOLDAN. How came they in ? CAPTAIN. They were in our midst before we kn
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