Where he pleases we should dwell.
But wearied by the journey, and uneasy about her condition, Mary begins to change countenance:
Woe's me, I feel the hour draw near
For the long-looked-for fruit t'appear.
At these words, the startled Joseph looks round him, and discovering at last a poor stable, which the wind penetrates on every side, he presses Mary to enter it:
I will take care
To shelter you from every hurtful air.
He settles the young woman as comfortably as he can in the rude shed, and prepares to go into the town to get what she requires.
MARY.
Go, go, my friend: I shall not be alone,