SCENE II |
Before the house of Ursula. Villagers have gathered after labour. Evening.
Ursula | |
Slowly, slowly up the wall, |
Evening Hymn
Chorus | |
O gladsome Light O gladsome Light Now to the sunset Now to the sunset |
During the last bars of the Evening Hymn, Prince Henry, at the door, sings "Amen".
Ursula | |
Who was it said, "Amen"? |
Elsie | |
It was the Prince. He is gone again. Would I could do something for his sake; Something to cure his sorrow and pain. |
Ursula | |
That no one can, neither thou nor I, Nor anyone else. |
Elsie | |
And must he die? |
Ursula | |
Unless some maiden of her own accord Offers her life for that of her lord. |
Elsie | |
I will. |
Ursula | |
Foolish child, be still. |
Elsie | |
I mean it truly; for his sake I will myself the offering make, And give my life to purchase his. |
Ursula | |
My child, my child, thou must not die! |
Elsie | |
Why should I live? do I not know The life of woman is full of woe? Toiling on and on, With breaking heart and tearful eyes, And silent lips, and in the soul The secret longings that arise, Which this world never satisfies! |
Ursula | |
Ah, woe is me! ah, woe is me! Alas that I should live to see Thy death, beloved, and to stand Above thy grave. Ah, woe the day, ah woe the day, Ah, woe the day! |
Elsie | |
Thou wilt not see it. I shall lie Beneath the flow'rs of another land, For at Salerno, far away, Over the mountains, over the sea, Far away, far away, It is appointed me to die. |
Ursula | |
In God's own time, my heart's delight, When He shall call thee; not before. |
Elsie | |
I heard him call. When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star, He left the gates of Heaven ajar. I had a vision in the night And saw him standing at the door Of His Father's mansion, vast and splendid, And beckoning to me, from afar. |
Ursula (entering the house) | |
What if this were of God! Ah! then Gainsay dare I not. Amen. |
Elsie (left alone) | ||
My Redeemer and my Lord, I beseech Thee, I entreat Thee, Guide me in each act and word, That hereafter I may meet Thee, Watching, waiting, hoping, yearning, With my lamp well trimmed and burning. If my feeble prayer can reach Thee, O my Saviour, I beseech Thee, Let me follow where thou leadest, Let me, bleeding as Thou bleedest, Die, if dying I may give Life to one who asks to live; And more nearly Dying thus, resemble Thee, O, my Saviour, Let me die, if dying I may give Life to one who asks to live, And dying thus, dying thus, More nearly resemble Thee, O my Saviour, My Redeemer and my Lord. |
Prince Henry enters.
My life is little — Only a cup of water But pure and limpid; Take it, O my Prince! Let it refresh you, Let it restore you, May God bless the gift. |
Chorus of Angels | |
Amen. |
Prince Henry | |
And the giver! |
Chorus of Angels | |
Amen. |
Date modified 5 January, 2010