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RESURRECTION MORN.-ELLEN MURRAY.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. Mary Magdalene, Mary (the mother of James), Salome, Joanna.
Andrew, Philip, James, Bartholomew, Lebbeus, Jude, Matthew. Scene I.- A low parapet of boards, or pasteboard, facing the
audience. Inside, piles of cushions. Magdalene sits on the cushions, facing the east, looking out steadily. Salome reclining, with face hidden on the cushions. Mary sits apart, face hidden in her hands. Dresses are blue skirts, or striped blue and white, over sacque of darker blue; embroidered scarf at waist; large while
cashmere squares as veils.
How could I sleep with such a weight down pressed,
The night a tenfold night.
Come, let us rise,
Nay, Magdalene, 'Tis the midnight. The moon rides clear in heaven. Magdalene ( wringing her hands ).
There is no moon, no dawn. All, all is night.
Oh, longest, saddest, darkest, blackest night!
Yes, night of Israel's hope. Oh, never more
Hosanna to our King."
My heart will break. A long pause. Salome covers head in veil as before. Magdalene lifts her head and watches, then rises, calling :
Mary! Salome! rise! 'Tis time at last to seek the Master's tomb.
Salome looks up. Mary rises and looks around. Mary. There is no hint of dawn, no morning star,
Magdalene (passionately, standing with arms outstretched to the east).
I cannot rest. So dread,
That shivered with His pang. · Could I but die !
Hush, Magdalene. He lieth calm and still,
Or cruel hands
How could they dare to touch
Up to His sacred face.
grief. Magdalene throws back her veil and again watches. Magdalene (rising).
It must be day.
Nay,-wait-strange, far-off sounds
There must be hope somewhere.
There! what was that ?
With Him, our Lord. I hate to see the light
Crimsoned her hands; as if no cross stood dark
They will not let us pass.
We can but try.
Move gently, lest
Heart-piercing it will be to her to wake
In this world empty, lonely, evermore.
She sleeps not. All these hours
I wait till He shall come to comfort me."
Oh! do not wait. Salome (to Mary). Yet we must stop at Herod's palace door. The lady Joanna would go with us.
[Erit. SCENE II.-A room furnished with low benches, piles of cushions,
tall water jars, etc. Three of the men on left conversing in lou tones, one pouring water into olive-wood cups, one standing, looking eastward, two sitting silent with bowed heads. Dresses, long loose dark robes, fastened by broad sashes ; white cloths, fastened round head us with eastern shepherds.
ntary, Salome, and Joanna (the latter in richly embroidered
To break upon our grief.
There is no grief In all the world. The Lord has risen indeed! Philip (annoyed). Hush, women! you are wild. James (apologizing).
They do not know What they are saying. Mary (clapping her hands softly). Yes, we know, we know
The Lord has risen. From His empty grave
We have come, running.
Nay, wild with gladness. All the air's ablaze
The clouds dance up the sky. He lives! He lives! Matthew (astonished, to others). What can they mean?
Mary (more calmly).
The Lord has risen again.
They say the Lord has risen. They have been
Too well I know
To vent on it their rage.
Did you not see
No; there was none.
Do you not mind How, on the road, we heard men's footsteps come And cowered in the shadows, while some rushed
Past us as if in flight, with clanging arms. Matthew (incredulous).
In flight! The Roman soldiers! That's a tale
None can believe.
He stood and smiled upon us, raised His hand
In his own way of blessing.
This is strange.
As if dread lent them wings.
Into the garden ?
Yes, up to the tomb.
But did you go
Philip (turning is the others).
You see just how it is. The woman-heart
And fond, sweet fancies cheat their tearful eyes.
Our Lord, our own Lord, stood upon the grass,
How could I be deceived ?
All light were dark to that sweet smile of His.
We touched him, held Him. Yca,
He bade us go
He goes before you into Galilee.
An idle tale.
And with strong reason guide our little band
Now do not speak
With hopes that are but myths. Keep calm. Be still. Joanna. Be still?-nay-if we held our peace, the rocks
Would cry aloud the tidings. Yea, the dead
From paradise to speed the message on.
audience ; veils thrown off or backward.
(AWAKE! Rejoice !) Mary (turning eastward).
O mother of all living, Eve, awake!