JAMES. Though I should die, yet will I not deny It is some marriage feast; the joyful maid thee. PETER. Behold, O Lord, Outside the garden wall the path divides ; Behold, bere are two swords! CHRISTUS. It is enough. IV THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE CHRISTUS. My spirit is exceeding sorrowful They sleep again. CHRISTUS, as before. O my Father! If this cup may not pass away from me, Except I drink of it, thy will be done. Returning to the Disciples. Sleep on; and take your rest! JOHN. Beloved Master, 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, DAMSEL to PETER. Art thou not also OFFICER, striking him. What, fellow! answerest thou That might as well be dead, and left in The High-Priest so? From my cavern in the crags, And I struck them unaware, Drops down upon bird or beast; Of the merchants of Sidon and Tyre, And Damascus and the East. But it is not for that I fear; In these iron fetters bound; Sedition that is the word That Pontius Pilate heard, And he liketh not the sound. What think ye, would he care Or a plundered caravan? Shall not be forgiven to man. Therefore was Herod wroth And burned him for a show! And his followers, as ye know. For that cause and no more, For one unlucky night, And I was caught in the fight. I might have fled with the rest, Who cares for death? Not I! |