They lay hold of him, and the young man flees from them naked.
V THE PALACE OF CAIAPHAS PHARISEES.
What do we?
Clearly something must we do, For this man worketh many miracles.
CAIAPHAS.
I am informed that he is a mechanic; A carpenter's son; a Galilean peasant, Keeping disreputable company.
PHARISEES.
The people say that here in Bethany He hath raised up a certain Lazarus, Who had been dead three days.
CAIAPHAS.
Impossible! There is no resurrection of the dead; This Lazarus should be taken, and put to death As an impostor.

If this Galilean Would be content to stay in Galilee, And preach in country towns, I should not heed him.
But when he comes up to Jerusalem Riding in triumph, as I am informed, And drives the money-changers from the Temple, That is another matter.
PHARISEES.
If we thus Let him alone, all will believe on him, And then the Romans come and take away Our place and nation.
CAIAPHAS.
Ye know nothing at all.
Simon Ben Camith, my great predecessor, On whom be peace! would have dealt presently With such a demagogue.

I shall no less.
The man must die.

Do ye consider not It is expedient that one man should die, Not the whole nation perish?
What is death?
It differeth from sleep but in duration.
We sleep and wake again; an hour or two Later or earlier, and it matters not, And if we never wake it matters not; When we are in our graves we are at peace, Nothing can wake us or disturb us more.
There is no resurrection.
PHARISEES, aside.
O most faithful Disciple of Hircanus Maccabaeus, Will nothing but complete annihilation Comfort and satisfy thee?
CAIAPHAS.
While ye are talking And plotting, and contriving how to take him, Fearing the people, and so doing naught, I, who fear not the people, have been acting; Have taken this Prophet, this young Nazarene, Who by Beelzebub the Prince of devils Casteth out devils, and doth raise the dead, That might as well be dead, and left in peace.
Annas my father-in-law hath sent him hither.
I hear the guard.

Behold your Galilean! CHRISTUS is brought in bound.
SERVANT, in the vestibule.
Why art thou up so late, my pretty damsel?
DAMSEL.
Why art thou up so early, pretty man?
It is not cock-crow yet, and art thou stirring?
SERVANT.
What brings thee here?
DAMSEL.
What brings the rest of you?
SERVANT.
Come here and warm thy hands.
DAMSEL to PETER.
Art thou not One of this man's also disciples?
PETER.
I am not.
DAMSEL.
Now surely thou art also one of them; Thou art a Galilean, and thy speech Betrayeth thee.
PETER.
Woman, I know him not! CAIAPHAS to CHRISTUS, in the Hall.
Who art thou?
Tell us plainly of thyself And of thy doctrines, and of thy disciples.
CHRISTUS.
Lo, I have spoken openly to the world, I have taught ever in the Synagogue, And in the Temple, where the Jews resort In secret have said nothing.