So we must stand alone. They yell for blood.
Now they shall drown in a red sea of it.
He shall pass over safely, walking on dead men.
[He draws his sword and rushes off right. Barabbas stands unmoved. Procula runs to right entrance staring off after Simon.]
Procula
The gods fight with you now, invisible shapes
Rush forward with you. See how cloud-like armies
Redden the air. Lead them and seize him.
[There is a pause, then she retreats slowly from the entrance, and Simon re-enters stepping slowly backward as though dazzled by a vision. As he reaches the middle of the garden a wonderful voice is heard proceeding from the direction in which he looks.]
The Voice