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.