Saint Nicholas Turns Up On Clip Art

Those of you who have this fun book will have admired Cathy Rylander's gorgeous scratch-board illustrations throughout. What fun to discover that on Saint Nicholas Center website has her art for one of our anchoring saints, at http://www.stnicholascenter.org/pages/clip-art/

It claims to have the rights, but I do notice the book's name underneath.  See if you don't agree it is the best-looking art of the bunch: the simple hand holding three balls of gold, one for each of the penniless girls.

If you DON'T have the book but long to know more about these girls and the three balls of gold, here is a treat for you: the original play Tres Filiae ("Three Daughters" for those of you without Latin) by yours truly, and performed by kids, teachers and just regular folks many times... Enjoy the doggerel verse, and comment below, if you like!

Tres Filiae (“Three Daughters”):  A Miracle Play of St. Nicholas

by K. M. Lucchese

Works well performed at parties or in chapel, by students alone, students and teachers, or (for a special treat) by teachers alone.

Dramatis Personae

Narrator (and Rooster)

Nobilis Pauper, a formerly wealthy nobleman

Prima, filia pauperi  (“daughter of the Pauper”)

Secunda, filia pauperi (yup, the second daughter…)

Tertullia, filia pauperi  (you got it:  the third)

Sanctus Nicholas, episcopus Myrae (“bishop of Myra”)

Venalicia Foeda (“Horrible Female Slavedealer” – change to Venalicius Foedus for a male)

* Ianua, the door

* Fenestra, the window

* Primus Saccus Aurei  (“First Sack of Gold”)

* Secundus Saccus Aurei  (“Second…”)

* Tertius Saccus Aurei   (“Third…)

            (* added to make enough roles for 12 students; may be removed as desired.)

 

[There is a simple stage-set:  upstage, a human window frame, a human door, and downstage a kneeling rail or row of chairs, representing a fireplace, plus a wide pallet with an old quilt midstage, a chair near the window, to the left and upstage of the fire, and a bench directly to the right of the fire.

[For costuming, simply put over regular clothes: a dressing gown, night-cap and slippers for N.P., flannel nighties for the Filiae, a bishop’s mitre for S.N., a flashy cape for V.F., a cardboard window frame for Fenestra, a cardboard door for Ianua, and a broad gold ribbon for the neck of each Saccus (or a simple label:  “Sack of Gold #1” etc).  Each daughter needs a large knit stocking (or a pair) to hang on the “fireplace.”  If you don’t use human sacks, three foil balls of pennies, sprayed gold, should be easy to slip into and out of the stockings.

[NOBILIS PAUPER sits a little apart on the chair by the window, smoking a long pipe or stroking his sneaky old chin.  The FILIAE sit on the bench to the other side of the FIREPLACE and pretend to be darning their stockings with imaginary needle-and-thread.]

 

NARRATOR:

            This is a story of Nicholas the great

                        who raised three girls out of their lowly state

            and saved them from a life of shame

                        and brought upon himself undying fame.

            We open in a wretched hovel, chill and bare,

                        on a narrow street in Myra Town the Fair.

            Here is a door has seen good fortune come and go,

                        and window shutterless and open to the snow,

            And fire itself so starved of food for heat

                        it scarcely keeps the chilblains off their feet.

 

NOBILIS PAUPER:

            [to the audience]

            Pity me, Nobilis Pauper, once a man of means,

                        Now fallen on hard times, and hatching endless schemes

            To keep myself  well fed, and my daughters shod,

                        And them demanding dowries, for the love of God!

 

PRIMA:

            [a little haughty]

            I, Prima, the eldest, wedded first should be,

                        But linger on in spinster poverty!

 

SECUNDA:

            [a little whiney]

            And I, though Secunda, still deserve some hope,

                        But what is there to do but sit, and mend, and mope?

 

TERTULLIA:

            [indignant]

            And I, Tertullia, though fairest, am abandoned, too.

                        I ask you, Sisters:  what are we to do?

            In Myra, it is not allowed

                        to marry maidens unendowed!

 

PRIMA:

            Bishop Nicholas has said that, if we pray,

                        Then better luck will surely come our way.

 

SECUNDA:

            Good Bishop Nicholas has served the church since he was eight!

                        What in the world would he know of our state?

 

TERTULLIA:

            Nicholas is a kind and sensible man

                        Who will help us, I know, if anyone can!

 

FENESTRA:

[to the audience]

            And here is Bishop Nicholas, in his silks and furs!

                        Will he mark the plight of his parishioners?

 

SAINT NICHOLAS

[Looking in at the FENESTRA, speaks to himself.]

            I think I heard my name, spoke out quite clear!

                        I fancy I should stop awhile to hear:

            If it be slander, then it were well to know,

                        But if be praise, then quickly will I go.

[Listens.]

 

NOBILIS:

            Daughters, up now, off you go to bed!

                        Your father must think up some way to earn our bread.

 

PRIMA:

            We will, as soon as evening prayers are said,

                        Hang up our stockings here to dry, and then lay down each

                                    weary head.

 

DAUGHTERS:

[Together, kneeling.]

            Dear Lord, please bless the poor, for so are we,

                        And send us husbands wealthy as can be,

            For Father will not work a single stitch,

                        And acts for all the world as if he still were rich.

            Please send us dowries so that we may leave this place!

[Crossing themselves fervently]

                        Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost of Grace.

[They go to sleep on the pallet, close together]

 

SAINT NICHOLAS

[To FENESTRA]

            What I have heard has given pause to think;

            'Til I learn more, I shall not sleep a wink!

 

[FENESTRA nods wisely. S. N. peeks  in.]

 

NOBILIS PAUPER

[Towards his sleeping daughters]

            If you would leave this place, indeed  you will,

                        But sold as slaves, my pockets for to fill!

            And here is my partner, Foeda Venalicia,

                        for buying slaves, there’s no-one sneakier!

 

VENALICIA FOEDA:

[Pops in at the door, gloating]

            We have a plan, as neat as it can be:

            He'll tell them they are to travel on the sea,

            But really, I shall take them to a house of shame!

 

NOBILIS PAUPER:

            They shouldn't have been born girls! I am not to blame!

 

[The slave dealer rubs her hands in glee, and leaves]

 

IANUA:

            What evil have I let in?  Oh, keep her out!

                        I wish my panels once again were stout

            And iron-bound, as once they were, I think,

                        Until this miser had the metal sold for drink!

 

SAINT NICHOLAS

[To the audience, through the window.]

            So that is the old sinner's plan?

                        Hunger has made him a desperate man!

            I will see what my family fortune can do

                        To make these maidens' dreams come true.

 

[Leaves.  NOBILIS falls asleep.  SAINT NICHOLAS returns, and the IANUA silently lets him into the house with three BAGS OF GOLD, which he slips next to the (imaginary) stockings or (if small enough), into them.]

 

Primus Saccus Aurei

            Clang, clink!  I’ll bring happiness, I think!

Secundus Saccus Aurei

            Pling, plong!  Food, good fires and song!

Tertius Saccus Aurei

            Ting, ding! Wealth is a comfortable thing!

 

SAINT NICHOLAS

            Thus will the girls their true lovers wed!

            (Now I am off to home and into bed!)

 

[A ROOSTER crows.  The DAUGHTERS wake and go to the fireplace.

But as they take down their stockings...surprise!]

 

PRIMA

            Why, what is it that fills my stocking so?

 

SECUNDA

            They were empty when we to bed did go!

 

TERTULLIA

[Emptying out gold.]

            Praise Heaven, Sisters, let us call our sweethearts here!

            With all this gold we will be merry many a year!

 

DAUGHTERS

[Shaking their father awake.]

            Father, Look!  We can all marry and be gone!

            You'll have to feed  three fewer from now on!

 

NOBILIS PAUPER

            A miracle!  We're saved!  My work is done!

            I'll visit at your houses one by one:

            Your husbands will take care of me, I know...

[Looking around, and at the gold.]

            But who has done this deed?  Where did he go?

[They all look around, then "freeze," theatrically speaking.]

 

SAINT NICHOLAS

[Peeking through the window, to the audience.]

            It is a joy of mine my people to deliver;

            My motto is:  "God loves a secret giver."

            So do not ever think that I'll be found

            When Christmas morning present time comes 'round,

            Or any other time my work is done...

 

NARRATOR:

            Our play is finished.  Thank you, everyone!

 

[All rise and take a bow!]