PERSONS OF THE PLAY
- Procula, the wife of Pilate
- Drusus, a young Roman
- Acte, Princess of Egypt
- Battus, a Libyan prince, a boy
- Simon
- Pilate, governor of Judea
- Barabbas, an insurrectionist
- The Mocker with the Scourge
- The Mocker with the Scarlet Robe
- The Mocker with the Crown of Thorns
- A Centurion
- Longinus, a soldier
- Procula’s Attendants
- Acte’s Attendants
- Soldiers
Time—The day of the Crucifixion of Jesus of Nazareth
Scene: A garden of Pilate’s house at Jerusalem. The whole scene is strictly Roman, softened by its eastern location and by the beginnings of Rome’s decadence, but there is no trace of Judean influence. At the back there is a gallery or raised portico reaching entirely across the garden. It is roofed but open and beyond it the morning sky is seen. This passageway, which will be called the portico, leads from the Praetorium on the left to other buildings on the right. The garden has entrances toward the back at both left and right. At the left, near the front, a narrow portion of the façade of Pilate’s house is seen, with a doorway reached by three steps. At the right of the garden, near the front, there is a wall fountain. There is a marble seat at back centre. All the architecture is of mellow marble as dark as alabaster.
[As the curtain rises Procula is discovered upon the steps of her house. She is in an extreme state of agitation. Her attendants are in the garden. The sound of a mob, with cries of “Crucify him,” “To the Place of the Skull,” “On to Golgotha,” etc. is heard at the rise of the curtain and at intervals throughout the play.]
Procula
Go! Go, send more messengers. Ah, Hera, help me.
[A Messenger runs into the garden from the right and kneels before her, breathless.]
Procula
Has Simon the Cyrenian been found?
Messenger
The swiftest horseman reached him. He is nearing the city.
Procula
Hasten him. Bring him. Your freedom for it. [The Messenger hurries out.]
Procula
[To Attendants.] Is there no news yet?
Attendant
One messenger has not returned. He who was sent to the royal woman of Egypt.
Procula
Send others after him, take wings. [Drusus enters the garden from the left.] Drusus! Help me draw him swiftly.
Drusus
The wife of Pilate speaks. Whom shall I send to her?
Procula
Too late, too late. I speak foolishly. I have already sent.
Drusus
You are tormented.
Procula
Are mine the only eyes that see the doom unrolling?
Drusus
You speak strangely.
Procula
The Furies whip me.
Drusus
Tell me your secret.
Procula
This Jesus the Nazarene—
Drusus
You need not fear him. He is in Pilate’s hands.
Procula
Out of that is my agony. Ah, my dream.
Drusus
Dreams?—
Procula
Did you feel the earth heave last night?
Drusus
I was drinking at Herod’s palace.
Procula
Trees groaned, the statues shuddered, the fountains dried, the walls sweated, a red dew fell in the gardens.
Drusus
I felt nothing. I saw nothing.
Procula
I saw—I cannot tell it. Horror was heaped on horror.
Drusus
You dreamed of this Nazarene?
Procula
Of him. He must not die. I begged his life of Pilate but he fears the Jews. Help me.
Drusus
Help you? How?
Procula
Bring Simon the Cyrenian.
Drusus
That tiger?
Procula
I heard many voices in my dream and one voice cried, “Simon the African shall bear the burden.”
Drusus
You have not felt his claws.
Procula
Then you too believe him dangerous?
Drusus
The most dangerous man in the empire.
Procula
Dangerous to Romans, it may be, but—
Drusus
[Scornfully.] The friend of slaves! Wherever he goes insurrection follows him. He was the secret leader of last year’s armed uprising in Rome when thirty thousand perished. He hollows out the empire with sedition.
Procula
A stronger man than Rome.
Drusus
His influence spreads through the provinces. He plans world empire, undermining Rome. Cæsar has been warned of him, but is afraid or listless.
Procula
[Half to herself.] Surely such power should avail to save one life.
Drusus
There is a rumour that he was here two nights ago to renew the insurrection of Barabbas. We had spies set upon him.
Procula
Does he fear spies? I have sent for this man. If the Nazarene is condemned Simon must kindle riot and take him from the soldiers.
Drusus
Will the wife of Pilate breed rebellion to Rome?
Procula
It is for Rome’s sake and in my extremity. What singing is that? I heard it in my dream.
[During the last few speeches a marching song by men’s and women’s voices is heard off left, at first faintly then, growing louder; the words are indistinguishable.]
Drusus
The air is African.
Procula
May it be Simon.
Drusus
[Looking off left.] A litter with Ethiopian bearers.
Procula
Ethiopians! It is the Egyptian. [Drusus starts to go off right.]
Procula
Though I sent for her I fear her. Stay with me.
Drusus
I cannot. I bear word from Pilate to Herod. [He goes off right. A Herald in Egyptian dress enters from left.]
The Herald
Acte of Egypt to the wife of Pilate.
[The voices off left are heard approaching and singing the tune that today is known as the Negro spiritual “Walk Together, Children.” Acte enters from left walking with her litter-bearers and women. With her is Battus, a boy of ten.]
Acte
The wife of Pilate sent to me?
Procula
For Simon the Cyrenian. Men say you are his friend.
Acte
I have come here to find him.
Procula
He is not here.
Acte
If his mood holds he will not fail to come since you have sent for him. Your men have told me that he nears the city.
Procula
Oh, help me rouse him when he comes.
Acte
What is your need?
Procula
A hidden service.
Acte
You ask my aid? Then trust me.
Procula
[Coming down close to Acte and speaking in a low voice.] Jesus the Nazarene must not die.
Acte
Has he been doomed?
Procula
Not yet. But if—
Acte
Are you not Pilate’s wife?
Procula
He fears the Jews.
Acte
And Simon?
Procula
If Jesus is condemned Simon must seize him.
Acte
Never.
Procula
It must be done. I beg you help me.
Acte
This Nazarene has no friend in me.
Procula
And you have never seen him.
Acte
No, but I suffer much because of him.
Procula
And I. Jesus must live. Oh, move Simon to strike.
Acte
More lives than this magician’s wait on Simon. [An Attendant of Procula enters from left.]
Attendant
[Calling.] Pilate has gone up toward the Judgment Hall.
Procula
Beg him to stay for me, for one word more. I’ll follow. [Attendant goes out left. To Acte.] Command my household, wait here for Simon. [Seizing Acte and pointing toward the Judgment Hall.] In there and at this hour the fate of earth and heaven dangles in the hands of blind men. Tell Simon this, see that his eyes are open.
[Procula hastens into her house. During Procula’s words one of Acte’s Attendants, who has strayed off right has reëntered, looking off.]
Attendant
Lord Simon rushes toward this place.
Acte
Make ready all.
[Her tire-women attend her and her men stand looking expectantly off right. Simon enters from right. He is a Negro of majestic bearing, with a sad, severe countenance. He is dressed as a soldier.]
Simon
Egypt!
Battus
[Rushing joyfully toward Simon.] Simon, Simon.
Simon
Battus, Royal Battus. [He embraces the boy.]
Battus
You have been long away.
Simon
Not so long as to have forgotten Battus.
Battus
And have you forgotten Cyrene and Egypt and our kingdom of the free? [Acte hushes the boy, looking apprehensively about.]
Simon
No, Battus.
Acte
[To her Attendants.] Take the boy deeper in the garden. Wait there till I call him. [The Attendants lead Battus off left.]
Acte
[Moving swiftly to Simon.] You are in danger here. What sorcery called you back?
Simon
Where is the wife of Pilate?
Acte
She is asleep—or she listens to the harp.
Simon
Why are you here?
Acte
I came to meet you. Why did you return?
Simon
Messengers from the wife of Pilate reached me.
Acte
What spell is on you, you who were never trapped? This is the wolf’s own mouth. You tempt it to close upon you.
Simon
The tiger’s blood is never lapped by wolves.
Acte
Many can pull down one. Go back.
Simon
When is the Nazarene to be tried by Pilate?
Acte
So, I have found the hunter that has snared you.
Simon
When is he to be tried?
Acte
Who knows? Tomorrow. Perhaps never.
Simon
Today, the message said.
Acte
Perhaps this afternoon. Oh, Simon, wake. Shake off this net of dreams. How were you taken in it?
Simon
I am not taken.
Acte
You have seen this Nazarene?
Simon
I saw him.
Acte
When?
Simon
Two nights ago.
Acte
After you left me.
Simon
Afterward. I had summoned to a garden
The bravest of the slaves to help them plan
A new sedition that would free Barabbas.
There as I roused the jungles against Rome
I saw lights in another part of the garden,
I saw men come with torches and seize a man.
I hurried near and through the olive leaves
His eyes looked into mine,
His eyes burned into mine. I have seen them since,
Waking or sleeping.
Acte
You followed him?
Simon
No, and none saw me. I turned back through
the shadows and joined my men.
Acte
And did you plot again that night?
Simon
My thoughts went wide. My words were broken.
I told the slaves to wait till my next coming.
Then, before dawn, I set out for the sea.
Acte
Oh, my Cyrenian, where is that fierce blood
That poured out from your heart fires to burn Rome?
Simon
My spirit is fiercer than it was before,
The groans of the oppressed louder than ever.
Acte
Then why have you turned back?
Simon
I have seen the whole world’s sorrow in one man’s eyes.
Acte
What does it mean? You are changed.
Simon
There as I looked upon him in the garden
A wound came in my side like a spear’s thrust,
Bleeding for him.
Acte
Is this all you know of him?
Simon
As I went seaward
I met men coming to the yearly feast.
These told me of his works, they spoke of marvels,
Of healings and of resurrections.
He suffers the old wrong of the downtrodden.
Acte
Are there no wrongs then in our Africa?
Simon
The whole earth groans beneath the persecuted;
The outcast, the despised cry out to me.
Acte
And you whom they trust to save them turn aside
To this one man.
Simon
I have not turned aside, yet I may help him.
Acte
Go back. Your peril grows. You will be trapped.
Simon
Rome cannot take me.
Acte
It is not Rome I fear but this Judean.
Simon
[Moving toward the doorway of Pilate’s house.]
Why does the wife of Pilate stay,
Having summoned me with horsemen?
Acte
[Going with him.] Doubtless she forgets.
Her whims are many.
Simon
I must hear from her
What they have done with him.
Acte
[Placing herself before him.] Simon!
Mists are before your eyes,
Mists of forgetting.
You have forgotten Battus and all your holy vows before the priests of Libya and Egypt to bring him back to Africa Rome’s conqueror.
[She calls off left to Battus. The Attendants enter with him.]
Come, lad, sit here. [She leads him to a seat at centre.] Let’s play at worlds for Simon. Who are you?
Battus
I am Battus.
Acte
And who is Battus?
Battus
Son of Cyrenian kings and kings of Egypt,
Son of all Africa.
Acte
Who shall be your army?
Battus
The slaves of Rome.
Acte
Who shall lead them up to victory?
Battus
Simon and I.
Acte
And then?
Battus
They shall be free. All wrongs shall be righted.
The great shall be brought low, the lowly raised.
Acte
How shall we reach our own?
Battus
Through blood and fire.
Acte
Who shall be our own?
Battus
All those who suffer wrongs, the poor, the captives.
Acte
[To Simon.] What do you say, now you have heard the faith he lives by?
Simon
Oh, I have not forgotten. We shall go forward.
Acte
To triumph.
Simon
Yes, to triumph.
Acte
Through fire and blood.
Simon
Through fire and blood.
Acte
Ah, I have never doubted the fierce heart in you. Never be tamed.
[Procula appears in her doorway. Acte sees her and moves apprehensively aside. Procula sees Simon.]
Procula
You are the Libyan captain?
[Acte waves Battus and her attendants off left.]
Simon
The wife of Pilate sees him.
Procula
[Going swiftly to him.] You have seen Jesus the Nazarene?
Simon
I have seen him.
Procula
Save him.
Simon
When is he to be tried?
Procula
He has been tried.
Simon
[To Acte.] Who has deceived me? [To Procula.] Has he been condemned?
Procula
Not yet, not yet.
Simon
Your husband holds him.
Procula
I have no power in this.
Simon
You sent for me.
Procula
Save this one man. I know your power.
Acte
Remember Cyrene, Egypt and our world, Battus and Africa.
Simon
Their roots are in my heart.
Acte
Then come away with me.
Simon
My breast can nourish both this Judean and our kingdom.
Acte
No, for this man’s spirit threatens to overcome you; they have called him king; there cannot be two kings, and you the lesser, in the world we plan.
Simon
Not that he is a king but that he is a captive my heart flows most to him.
Acte
Legions of captives in the empire wait for you to set them free. Shall you yourself be captive?
Procula
He was betrayed.
Acte
[To Simon.] Look to it that you are not yourself betrayed by him.
Procula
Herod mocked him.
Acte
[To Simon.] If you are now led astray you mock our Africa and the new world we plan there.
Simon
Plan no more worlds if this man is destroyed. But he shall conquer Pilate.
Procula
Save him. Waken the mob. Breed riot. Take him from the soldiers.
[She suddenly looks upward off left back and gives a cry.]
Pilate ascends to the outer judgment seat.
[She rushes to Simon.]
Burn the city if he is condemned.
[Simon stands brooding motionless. Procula runs toward her doorway.]
I’ll send to Pilate even on the judgment seat.
[She rushes into her house. Simon moves after her as though he would follow.]
Acte
[Recalling him by a touch so that he turns.] The time is not yet ripe. A new sedition now suddenly bursting would dash down all our dreams.
Simon
Pilate at last will listen. With such a pleader the Sufferer is safe.
Acte
You are taken in this soothsayer’s mesh.
Simon
He has not spoken to me.
Acte
Has he not led you?
Simon
He leads me most who suffers most injustice.
Acte
And on that night when you were first led captive
The lonely lions and the Libyan moon
Watched over Africa, faithful to her,
When you grew faithless.
Simon
Africa shall triumph. This man, not I, not Battus, shall restore her.
Acte
If Pilate pleases.
Simon
He shall conquer Pilate.
Acte
Shall he indeed?
Simon
What’s there?
[A loud murmur of many voices has been heard at intervals in the Praetorium at left back during the past scene. This murmur has now increased into a roar out of which the cry “Crucify him! Crucify him!” rises. The cries and the roar suddenly become triumphant as Simon listens. Then from the entrance at right there appears a fantastic impish figure bearing a great scourge. He is followed by another bearing a gorgeous scarlet robe and by a third bearing upon a cushion a crown of thorns.]
Simon
What are these?
The Mocker with the Scourge
A scourge for a prophet.
The Mocker with the Crown of Thorns
A crown of thorns for a king.
The Mocker with the Scarlet Robe
A scarlet robe for a saviour.
[The mockers cross the garden and disappear at left back. Simon watches them motionless and transfixed by their sinister meaning as it begins to dawn upon him. Pilate appears in the upper portico at back left. He enters walking slowly backward and looking off left with evident horror. A wailing is heard off left, it grows and Procula enters from her doorway.]
Procula
Woe, woe, the air is bleeding, the doom has fallen.
O Pilate, you have judged a world and doomed it.
Your hands are bloody; wash them again, wash them.
[Pilate glances at her and then motions, looking off to the left. A slave appears with him on the portico bearing a basin of water. Pilate washes his hands and then goes off left.]
Procula
[Going to Simon who stands motionless.] What will you do now, now that he is condemned?
[A man enters slowly from the right. He halts just within the garden seeing Simon. The newcomer is gaunt and haggard.]
Simon
[Suddenly seeing him.] Barabbas! [Running to Acte.] Look to the lad, lead him to safety. We’ll fire the city. Hide with him till I join you. The temple shall be in flames before they lead the Nazarene past it. [Acte leading Battus and her people hurries out left. Simon rushes to Barabbas, speaking swiftly.] Go where the arms are stored. Give the slaves weapons and torches. Rouse all, arm all, stand by me to free the Nazarene. I’ll lead his friends. Bring the slaves quickly. Strike, give all the signal. [Barabbas stands motionless.] Go.
Barabbas
[In a dull monotonous voice.] All’s done, all’s one, whether men live or die.
Who can withstand Rome? They tortured me.
My spirit is broken. I have been all night
Watching this one that would have saved the world
Scourged with me in the prison.
He is a god but men have conquered him.
They freed me in his place, the dead for the living.
There are no more gods left now in the sky
And on the earth nothing but dead men crawling.
Simon
You stay? You hang back?
Barabbas
My spirit is poisoned. I die soon.
Simon
Then die for the living.
Barabbas
There are none left alive.
[As he speaks the tops of three crosses and three Roman standards are seen against the sky at back, beyond the portico, as they are borne slowly in procession from left to right. As they pass, the wailing of women’s voices is heard interspersed with the angry murmur of a crowd and cries of “Crucify him!”]
Barabbas
[Pointing to the crosses.] There goes the cross now for the god to hang on,
That’s the dead tree to bear the dead world’s fruit.
Simon
So we must stand alone. They yell for blood.
Now they shall drown in a red sea of it.
He shall pass over safely, walking on dead men.
[He draws his sword and rushes off right. Barabbas stands unmoved. Procula runs to right entrance staring off after Simon.]
Procula
The gods fight with you now, invisible shapes
Rush forward with you. See how cloud-like armies
Redden the air. Lead them and seize him.
[There is a pause, then she retreats slowly from the entrance, and Simon re-enters stepping slowly backward as though dazzled by a vision. As he reaches the middle of the garden a wonderful voice is heard proceeding from the direction in which he looks.]
The Voice
Put up the sword. For they that take the sword shall perish with the sword. [The sword falls from Simon’s hand.]
The Voice
Do not resist evil.
[There is a moment’s pause and then a Centurion enters from the right and goes menacingly up to Simon.]
The Centurion
Who are you that you rush against legionaries? Have you an army that you come against us? Are you a madman? Are you also one of his followers?
Simon
[Slowly.] I am his follower. [Procula, wailing, rushes into her house.]
The Centurion
[Turning and calling to someone off right.] Ho, Longinus, come; here is another. [To Simon.] What is your name and place?
Simon
Simon, a man of Cyrene.
[Longinus enters from the right accompanied by several other legionaries.]
Longinus
[To the Centurion.] The Nazarene has fallen. The cross crushes him. He can go no further.
The Centurion
Here’s one to bear it, bring it in the garden.
[Longinus goes out right. The Centurion and legionaries surround Simon and strip him of his outer garments. When they have done so the Mocker with the Scourge enters from the right waving the scourge threateningly, looking off as he enters. He turns and dances about Simon.]
The Mocker with the Scourge
Prophesy, prophesy. Who is it now that strikes you? Turn the other cheek.
[The mocker strikes Simon. With a powerful movement Simon seizes the mocker, hurls him to the ground and snatching his sword which the soldiers have placed upon a bench he clears a space about him and starts again toward the right entrance.]
The Voice
Overcome evil with good. Forgive your enemy.
[Simon bows his head, then extends the hilt of his sword to a soldier who takes it and strikes him with the flat of the blade. Simon submits, dumbly, with bowed head, to this and to the Mocker with the Scourge who rises painfully from the ground and again strikes him viciously.]
The Mocker with the Scourge
Turn the other cheek.
[He takes a rope from his girdle and making a noose in it puts the noose over Simon’s head and dances about him holding the rope’s end. The Mocker with the Robe enters from the right.]
The Mocker with the Robe
Here is the scarlet robe, it fell from the King’s shoulders, Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews. Of such are the Kingdom of Heaven. [He places the robe on Simon.]
Hail to the new king, Simon of Cyrene,
King of the Africans, with his Master’s robe.
[The wailing of women outside has risen in a strain of wild and profound melancholy. It is broken by a woman’s scream.]
The Voice
Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children. For if they do these things in a green tree what shall be done in the dry?
[The Mocker with the Crown of Thorns enters from right.]
The Mocker with the Crown of Thorns
Ho, another king, another saviour. Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Let him be crowned. Blessed are the meek.
[He snatches off Simon’s head-dress, throwing it on the ground. He pretends to place the thorn crown on Simon’s head, and then throws it contemptuously at his feet. The legionaries enter with the cross.]
The Voice
If any man will come after me let him take up the cross and follow me.
[The legionaries place the cross upon Simon. He bends beneath it and picking up the crown of thorns places it upon his head.]
Simon
I will wear this, I will bear this till he comes into his own.
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