Little plays of StFrancis; a dramatic cycle from the life and legend of StFrancis of Assisi . S. Little sheep, what is thy bell for ?GILES. Feeding-time, Father. Your grass iswaiting for you. \He goes out, his hell ringing into the Go to grass, little sheep, go to grass andeat well! Ring them in. Brother Giles, ring them in!\The Brothers pass into the refectory, junipergoes Aye, Father ? FRANCIS. When thou prayest for Brother Elias,pray for me also. JUNIPER. I will. Father. [He takes Franciss sleeve, hisses it, and goesin to the refectory, franci
Little plays of StFrancis; a dramatic cycle from the life and legend of StFrancis of Assisi . S. Little sheep, what is thy bell for ?GILES. Feeding-time, Father. Your grass iswaiting for you. \He goes out, his hell ringing into the Go to grass, little sheep, go to grass andeat well! Ring them in. Brother Giles, ring them in!\The Brothers pass into the refectory, junipergoes Aye, Father ? FRANCIS. When thou prayest for Brother Elias,pray for me also. JUNIPER. I will. Father. [He takes Franciss sleeve, hisses it, and goesin to the refectory, francis remains with thewood in his hand. His fingers stray over it,and his voice hegins faintly once more the samejoyous Lal-a-lal! Lal-a-lal! La, la, lah ! . .Lal-a-lal, lah! . . Lal-a-lal, lah! . . La, la, lah ! [His voice hreaks, he hows his face into his handsweeping. :EUas,followed6?/brotherRUFus, comes quickly in and passes through tothe refectory, brother rufus halts, stands look-ing at the weeping francis, and heats his hreast. CURTAIN THE SERAPHIC VISION. On a plateau of rock, highand precipitous, a small cell,roughly built of stones andtimber, stands amid a groupof pines and the door is a narrowwindow slit; on the gable awooden cross. A narrowfoot-bridge of primitive con-struction connects the plateauand the foreground, which isformed of rough stones inter-spersed with juniper bushes. Below the foot-bridge is a precipice,from which emerge the tops of pines. When the scene opens it isdusk; the warmth of daylight has gone, and behind the cell themoon has not yet risen. Brother Leo stands alone by the foot-bridge, gazing toward the cell, the door of which is shut. BrotherBernard enters hastily. Brother Leo raises a warning hand,without turning his eyes from the point on which they are fixed. BERNARD. Ha ! Brother Leo ?LEO. Hush ! Speak low ; speak low ! BERNARD. What canst thou hear ?LEO. Nothing ! . . Nothing ! BERNARD. Since when
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