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