You are mad.
Do you appeal to Cæsar?
Paul
I appeal.
Agrippa
Why not be stoned as Stephen was and rise?
If you believe in Jesus, you believe
They cannot kill you.
Paul
As you will, O King.
I must finish my course, whatever time I die.
Agrippa
I could have set you free, if you had taken
To Cæsar no appeal. Being as it is
I send you up to Rome. Who can find out
The workings of a mind? Yet true it is
He saves himself out of a cunning thought
Of this appeal to Cæsar. Turn him over
To the Centurion Julius—on to Rome.
We have conferred together. He has done
No thing deserving death. Take him to Rome.
He’ll find a house and hire it, in Rome
Live unmolested, preach, hear Mithra preached
Who cheated death, they say, as Jesus did.
Now let us rise and to the banquet room.
Come Sister, Festus, to the banquet room.