Release again the innocent One! My
Hands shall be clean,"
are a triumph of dramatic art never to be forgotten. His last words as he wanders distraught in the dark wastes among barren trees, are one of the finest monologues of the Play. It was written by the priest Daisenberger.
"Oh, were the Master there! Oh, could I see
His face once more! I'd cast me at his feet,
And cling to him, my only saving hope.
But now he lieth in prison,—is, perhaps,
Already murdered by his raging foe,—
Alas, through my own guilt, through my own guilt!
I am the outcast villain who hath brought