. St. Nicholas book of plays & operettas . ve a stirring ditty-or a rollicking ballad. JESTER. Ah, master, Heaven is not so partial toany mortal as to make him beautiful and wise, andthen to gild him with the power of song. I m nonightingale, nor be I a lark (though perchance attimes I aid one—but that is apart). LADIES. Oh, sing, sweet youth. JESTER. It ill beseemeth me to say you nay. Todecline mayhap were more inglorious than to fail,but i faith I cannot. I m coltish to-night. SIR T. Coltish ? What meanst thou ? JESTER. Why, a little hoarse. An it please youask Master Rivers to sing. He hat
. St. Nicholas book of plays & operettas . ve a stirring ditty-or a rollicking ballad. JESTER. Ah, master, Heaven is not so partial toany mortal as to make him beautiful and wise, andthen to gild him with the power of song. I m nonightingale, nor be I a lark (though perchance attimes I aid one—but that is apart). LADIES. Oh, sing, sweet youth. JESTER. It ill beseemeth me to say you nay. Todecline mayhap were more inglorious than to fail,but i faith I cannot. I m coltish to-night. SIR T. Coltish ? What meanst thou ? JESTER. Why, a little hoarse. An it please youask Master Rivers to sing. He hath a marvelous finevoice, and knoweth a ballad t would make ye merryto hear. LADY G. Thou speakest well. Good Master Rivers,favor us, an thou wilt, with thine antique song. MASTER R. An it please you, my lady, I 11 singfrom now till Michaelmas. A SIXTEENTH-CENTURY CUKISTMAS 1 17 JESTER, Oli, not so long:, yood master. Be brief,if you would win our love. [Master Rivers sings Tho Lontlior Bottle,from Pan Pipes. All clap hands and cry Good!. Sm, T. My thanks, good friend. The performancedoth tliee credit. I would I had thy voice—andthv years. Well, sweet wife, t is thy choice next. f*/ / 148 ST. NICHOLAS PLAYS AND OPERETTAS What wilt thou offer to our guests and the general LADY G. Good my lord, our little grandchild,Edith, hath a verse. Brief is it, but was writ by Master George Herbert, and Love-joy; calls he it. Come hither, Edith. Now, sweetchild, say thy little lines. EDITH. [Recites.] on a window late I cast my eye,I saw a vine drop grapes with J and CAnneaPd on every bunch. One standing byAskd what it meant. I (who am never loathTo spend my judgment) said : It seemd to me To be the body and the letters bothOf Joy and Charity. Sir, you have not missed,The man replied. It figures Jesus Christ. SIR T. Sweet invocation of a child, most prettyand most pathetical. Now will we have a bit froma bright play. My servant, Gregory, is no Burbage,but he doth something sma
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