194 THE CHESTER MYSTERIES. 
Then each man lays forth what he has left of his “livery,” z.e., 
of the supply of food with which he set out from home, they 
‘shake out their satchells,” and solace themselves by supping 
together; and then they bethink them of the lad Trowle, who 
is keeping their flocks while they eat, and a horn is blown to 
summon him where he lies among his sheep with his good dog 
Dottinoule—a lazy shepherd lad, indeed, for he boasts— 
‘‘ Tf any man come me by, 
And would know which way were best, 
My leg I lift up as I lie, 
And point him the path, east or west.” 
But this lazy lad, who “‘ would not rise for King nor Duke,” and 
gives his masters the sauciest answers when they offer him the 
remains of their food, proves himself stronger than all three 
when a wrestling match is proposed, and throws them each in 
turn. 
Primus Pastor may well say :— 
‘© Tho’ we be weary no wonder, 
What between wrestling and walking.” 
And then, as they sit down to rest, the star appears—for the 
Angelic light is conceived of as a star—the metre changes, and 
so does the entire character of the scene. The shepherds fall 
on their knees, and pray ‘‘to the True Trinity” to be taught 
why the light is sent; and then the Angels sing Gloria in 
Excelsis. 3 
It is very remarkable to notice that, as a matter of course, it 
is taken for granted that the Angels use the Latin language. 
‘© What song was this, say ye, 
That they sang to us all three. 
It was glore—glore—with a glye, 
; It was neither more nor less.” 
‘‘What song was this, say ye, that they sang to us ?” asks 
the Third Shepherd. 
‘“‘ Nay,”’ (says Trowle), ‘‘it was glory, glory, glorious, 
Methinks that song ran over the house, 
A seemly man he was, and cayoues 
But soon away he was. td 
‘“‘It was glory, glory, with a glo,” Bidelies in the First Shep- 
herd. ‘‘ And much of Celszs was there, too.” 
Thus, word by word, they spell out the heavenly penser 
“Much he spoke of glass,” says one. 
“ Nay, it was neither glass nor glye,” replies another. 
‘©Will ye hear how he sang Cel/sis ?” asks the Third Shep- 
herd. 
“And after of Pax or Peace, he piped,” affirms the first. 
“ Yea,” Trowle, ‘‘and he sang more too ; he sang also of a 
Deo. Methought iy healed my, Harte... s,s 
And then, as if to relieve the strain, the Second Shepherd 
proposes “a merry song us to solace.” The directions are: 
“« Sing troly, loly, loly, loe !”’ 
