Ben. Nay, we will talk of sheep, and lambs, and snow; And such things as God sends us here below.
Zach. Aye, then, of Lambs.... Such as was born to-night. [He strokes bundle.
Ez. Why, very well, if’t please you.
Zach. Such a sight Might teach the simplest!... Have you heard, my son, How that the ancient prophets speak of one Who as a lamb is silent, as a sheep Before his shearers all his peace doth keep?
Ez. (soothingly). Why, uncle, you’re all ’mazed to-night, it seems.
Zach. Aye, so they told me. Dreams, they told me, dreams!
Ben. (cheerfully). Well, as for sleep, I’m ready. What say you? [He stretches and yawns.
[At this point Angels begin to come in softly one by one behind; take places. Music also—“Nowell”—begins very softly and continues when Angel speaks.
Ez. Uncle, you’re weary. Shall we sleep?
Zach. Aye, do; Sleep you, and I’ll keep watch. The wolf, maybe, Will visit us by dawn.—[Slowly to left.]—Or if not he, Perchance another Lamb.