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CHRISTUS. ONE of you shall betray me.
THE DISCIPLES. Is it I? | |
Lord, is it I?
CHRISTUS. One of the Twelve it is | |
| That dippeth with me in this dish his hand; | |
| He shall betray me. Lo, the Son of Man | |
| Goeth indeed as it is written of Him; | 5 |
| But woe shall be unto that man by whom | |
| He is betrayed! Good were it for that man | |
If he had ne’er been born!
JUDAS ISCARIOT. Lord, is it I? | |
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CHRISTUS. Ay, thou hast said. And that thou doest, do quickly. | |
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JUDAS ISCARIOT, going out. Ah, woe is me!
CHRISTUS. All ye shall be offended | 10 |
| Because of me this night; for it is written: | |
| Awake, O sword against my shepherd! Smite | |
| The shepherd, saith the Lord of hosts, and scattered | |
| Shall be the sheep!—But after I am risen | |
| I go before you into Galilee. | 15 |
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PETER. O Master! though all men shall be offended | |
Because of thee, yet will not I be!
CHRISTUS. Simon, | |
| Behold how Satan hath desired to have you, | |
| That he may sift you as one sifteth wheat! | |
| Whither I go thou canst not follow me— | 20 |
| Not now; but thou shalt follow me hereafter. | |
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PETER. Wherefore can I not follow thee? I am ready | |
| To go with thee to prison and to death. | |
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CHRISTUS. Verily say I unto thee, this night, | |
| Ere the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice! | 25 |
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PETER. Though I should die, yet will I not deny thee. | |
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CHRISTUS. When first I sent you forth without a purse, | |
| Or scrip, or shoes, did ye lack anything? | |
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THE DISCIPLES. Not anything.
CHRISTUS. But he that hath a purse, | |
| Now let him take it, and likewise his scrip; | 30 |
| And he that hath no sword, let him go sell | |
| His clothes and buy one. That which hath been written | |
| Must be accomplished now: He hath poured out | |
| His soul even unto death; he hath been numbered | |
| With the transgressors, and himself hath borne | 35 |
| The sin of many, and made intercession | |
| For the transgressors. And here have an end | |
The things concerning me.
PETER. Behold, O Lord, | |
Behold, here are two swords!
CHRISTUS. It is enough. | |
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