JAMES. They do but go about the garden wall, Seeking for some one, or for something lost.
They sleep again.
CHRISTUS, as before. If this cup may not pass away from me, Except I drink of it, thy will be done.
Returning to the Disciples.
It is enough! Behold, the Son of Man Hath been betrayed into the hands of sinners! The hour is come. Rise up, let us be going; For he that shall betray me is at hand.
JOHN. Ah me! See, from his forehead, in the torchlight, Great drops of blood are falling to the ground!
PETER. What lights are these? What torches glare and glisten Upon the swords and armor of these men? And there among them Judas Iscariot!
He smites the servant of the High-Priest with his sword.
CHRISTUS. Put up thy sword into its sheath; for they That take the sword shall perish with the sword. The cup my Father hath given me to drink, Shall I not drink it? Think'st thou that I cannot Pray to my Father, and that he shall give me More than twelve legions of angels presently!
JUDAS to CHRISTUS, kissing him. Hail, Master! hail!