Amahl and the Night Visitors - Video 4 of 8

Presented by The St. Cecilia Chorale, and the Combined Choirs of Holy Family Catholic Community, Glendale, California. December 7, 2008.

Kaspar:

"This is my box, this is my box... I never travel without my box.
In the first drawer I keep my magic stones.
One carnelian against all evil and envy.
One moonstone to make you sleep.
One red coral to heal your wounds.
One lapis lazuli against quartern fever.
One small jasper to help you find water.
One small topaz to soothe your eyes.
One red ruby to protect you from lightning"

"This is my box. this is my box I never travel without my box
In the second drawer, I keep all my beads. Oh! How I love to play with beads ...all kinds of beads!
This is my box... this is my box... I never travel without my box."

"In the third drawer... in the third drawer..." Kaspar looks at Amahl with a gleam in his eye, "Oh little boy.. oh little boy..." He then looks around at his friends a bit sheepishly, "In the third drawer I keep... " Although he himself isn't aware of it, Amahl's mouth has dropped open in anticipation about this surprise which Kaspar is going to reveal to him. The old king finally blurts it out, "Licorice! Licorice! Black sweet licorice... black sweet licorice! Have some."

A draft fills the house as Amahl's mother opens the door. She has found what she needed outside. Seeing how Amahl has become the center of attention, she admonishes him, "Amahl, I told you not to be a nuisance!"

Amahl replies plaintively, "But it isn't my fault; they kept asking me questions."

Mother announces that she has a mission for Amahl, "I want you to go and call the other shepherds. Tell them about our visitors, and ask them to bring whatever they have in the house, as we have nothing to offer them. Hurry on!"

Amahl decides to cooperate, and heads for the door, "Yes, Mother."

The mother remarks on the packages the kings have been carrying, "Oh these beautiful things, and all that gold!"

Melchior tells her, "These are the gifts to the child."

the Mother: "Hmmm the child... which child?"

Melchior: "We don't know . But the star will guide us to him."

the Mother: "But perhaps I know him... what does he look like?"

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