JAMES. Though I should die, yet will I not deny It is some marriage feast; the joyful maid thee. Behold, O Lord, Outside the garden wall the path divides; PETER. Behold, here are two swords! My spirit is exceeding sorrowful They sleep again. Even unto death! Tarry ye here and Alas! we know not what to answer thee! watch. He goes apart. It is for sorrow that our eyes are heavy. Behold, the torches now encompass us. Ye know nothing at all. Come here and warm thy hands. Simon Ben Camith, my great predecessor, presently With such a demagogue. I shall no less. It differeth from sleep but in duration. PHARISEES, aside. O most faithful Disciple of Hircanus Maccabæus, Will nothing but complete annihilation Comfort and satisfy thee? CAIAPHAS. While ye are talking And plotting, and contriving how to take him, Fearing the people, and so doing naught, I, who fear not the people, have been acting; Have taken this Prophet, this young Naza rene, Who by Beelzebub the Prince of devils Casteth out devils, and doth raise the dead, That might as well be dead, and left in peace. Annas my father-in-law hath sent him hither. I hear the guard. Behold your Galilean! CHRISTUS is brought in bound. SERVANT, in the vestibule. Why art thou up so late, my pretty damsel ? DAMSEL. Why art thou up so early, pretty man? It is not cock-crow yet, and art thou stirring? SERVANT. What brings thee here? DAMSEL. DAMSEL to PETER. Art thou not also What brings the rest of you? And cannot answer! How couldst thou see me? I swear unto I do not know this man of whom ye speak! Hark! the cock crows! That sorrowful, Seeks for me in the crowd, and looks at me, Goes out weeping. CHRISTUS is blindfolded and buffeted. AN OFFICER, striking him with his palm. Prophesy unto us, thou Christ, thou Prophet! Who is it smote thee? CAIAPHAS. Lead him unto Pilate ! drim Of lawyers, priests, and Scribes and Pharisees, Like old and toothless mastiffs, that can bark But cannot bite, howling their accusations I know not what new doctrine, being King Cæsar |