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e. Lo, the Son of Man Goeth indeed as it is written of Him; But woe shall be unto that man by whom He is betrayed! Good were it for that man If he had ne'er been born! JUDAS ISCARIOT. Lord, is it I? CHRISTUS. Ay, thou hast said. And that thou doest, do quickly. JUDAS ISCARIOT, going out. Ah, woe is me! CHRISTUS. All ye shall be offended Because of me this night; for it is written: Awake, O sword, against my shepherd! Smite The shepherd, saith the Lord of hosts, and scattered Shall be the sheep!--But after I am risen I go before you into Galilee. PETER. O Master! though all men shall be offended Because of thee, yet will not I be! CHRISTUS. Simon, Behold how Satan hath desired to have you, That he may sift you as one sifteth wheat! Whither I go thou canst not follow me-- Not now; but thou shalt follow me hereafter. PETER. Wherefore can I not follow thee? I am ready To go with thee to prison and to death. CHRISTUS. Verily I say unto thee, this night, Ere the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice! PETER. Though I should die, yet will I not deny thee. CHRISTUS. When first I sent you forth without a purse, Or scrip, or shoes, did ye lack anything? THE DISCIPLES. Not anything. CHRISTUS. But he that hath a purse, Now let him take it, and likewise his scrip; And he that hath no sword, let him go sell His clothes and buy one. That which hath been written Must be accomplished now: He hath poured out His soul even unto death; he hath been numbered With the transgressors, and himself hath borne The sin of many, and made intercession For the transgressors. And here have an end The things concerning me. PETER. Behold, O Lord, Behold here are two swords! CHRISTUS. It is enough. IV THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE CHRISTUS. My spirit is exceeding sorrowful Even unto death! Tarry ye here and watch. He goes apart. PETER. Under this ancient olive-tree, that spreads Its broad centennial branches like a tent, Let us lie down and rest. JOHN. What are those torches, That glimmer on Brook Kedron there below us? JAMES. It is some marriage feast; the joyful maidens Go out to meet the bridegroom. PETER. I am weary. The struggles of this day have overcome me. They sleep. CHRISTUS, falling
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