the distress and despair of Judas when he realized his dreadful guilt, the condemnation of Christ before Pilate, the crucifixion on the mountain, the resurrection and ascension. It would be impossible to describe the solemnity and grandeur of these scenes. It is enough to say that every one in the audience watches and listens intently. Even when the play is over, people and actors alike seem awestruck, as if they had been in the presence of Divinity. Their hearts are filled to overflowing with the story that saved the world. The villagers go to their homes to live it, and the tourists at least to ponder over its beauty and significance. Mother, whose virgin bosom was uncrost Our tainted nature's solitary boast; Purer than foam on central ocean tost; Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn THE SICILIAN'S TALE KING ROBERT OF SICILY Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane With retinue of many a knight and squire, And slowly lifting up his kingly head, He to a learned clerk beside him said, "What mean these words?" The clerk made answer meet, "He has put down the mighty from their seat, And has exalted them of low degree." Thereat King Robert muttered scornfully, For unto priests and people be it known, There is no power can push me from my throne!" He has put down the mighty from lofty places, and has lifted up the humble. CATH. FIFTH READER 18 And leaning back, he yawned and fell asleep, When he awoke it was already night; The church was empty, and there was no light, He started from his seat and gazed around, The sounds reëchoed from the roof and walls But leaped into the blackness of the night, Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane Bareheaded, breathless, and besprent with mire, rage To right and left each seneschal and page, And hurried up the broad and sounding stair, There on the dais sat another king, A moment speechless, motionless, amazed, With the divine compassion of his eyes; Then said, "Who art thou? and why comest thou here?" To which King Robert answered, with a sneer, Up sprang the angry guests, and drew their swords; "Nay, not the King, but the King's jester, thou Henceforth shalt wear the bells and scalloped cape, And for thy counselor shalt lead an ape; Thou shalt obey my servants when they call, Deaf to King Robert's threats and cries and prayers, They thrust him from the hall and down the stairs; A group of tittering pages ran before, And as they opened wide the folding door, His heart failed, for he heard, with strange alarms, The boisterous laughter of the men-at-arms, And all the vaulted chamber roar and ring With the mock plaudits of "Long live the King !" |