Humour, pathos and pain, and the culminating drama of the Crucifixion and Resurrection, provide those performs a superb immediacy. Their motion was once conceived on a cosmic scale and all of the enthusiasm and energy in their writing is retained to this present day. The energies of entire groups, particularly at Chester, York and Wakefield, have been dedicated to their creation and so they have been to persuade later dramatists considerably. The grand layout of the secret performs was once to have a good time the Christian tale from 'The Fall of Lucifer' to the 'Judgement Day', and this quantity comprises thirty-eight performs, forming in itself a composite cycle and together with just about all the incidents universal to the extant cycles.
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