THE DISCIPLES, returning. 
                              Behold,
The Master sitting by the well, and talking
With a Samaritan woman!  With a woman
Of Sychar, the silly people, always boasting
Of their Mount Ebal, and Mount Gerizim,
Their Everlasting Mountain, which they think
Higher and holier than our Mount Moriah! 
Why, once upon the Feast of the New Moon,
When our great Sanhedrim of Jerusalem
Had all its watch-fires kindled on the hills
To warn the distant villages, these people
Lighted up others to mislead the Jews,
And make a mockery of their festival! 
See, she has left the Master; and is running
Back to the city!

SAMARITAN WOMAN. 
                  Oh, come see a man
Who hath told me all things that I ever did! 
Say, is not this the Christ?

THE DISCIPLES. 
                        Lo, Master, here
Is food, that we have brought thee from the city. 
We pray thee eat it.

CHRISTUS. 
                    I have food to eat
Ye know not of.

THE DISCIPLES, to each other. 
              Hath any man been here,
And brought Him aught to eat, while we were gone?

CHRISTUS. 
The food I speak of is to do the will
Of Him that sent me, and to finish his work. 
Do ye not say, Lo! there are yet four months
And cometh, harvest?  I say unto you,
Lift up your eyes, and look upon the fields,
For they are white already unto harvest!

VII

THE COASTS OF CAESAREA PHILIPPI

CHRISTUS, going up the mountain. 
Who do the people say I am?

JOHN. 
                           Some say
That thou art John the Baptist; some, Elias;
And others Jeremiah.

JAMES. 
                    Or that one
Of the old Prophets is risen again.

CHRISTUS. 
But who say ye I am?

PETER. 
                 Thou art the Christ? 
Thou art the Son of God!

CHRISTUS. 
                     Blessed art thou,
Simon Barjona!  Flesh and blood hath not
Revealed it unto thee, but even my Father,
Which is in Heaven.  And I say unto thee
That thou art Peter; and upon this rock
I build my Church, and all the gates of Hell
Shall not prevail against it.  But take heed
Ye tell no man that I am the Christ. 
For I must go up to Jerusalem,
And suffer many things, and be rejected
Of the Chief Priests, and of the Scribes and Elders,
And must be crucified, and the third day
Shall rise again!

PETER. 
             Be it far from thee, Lord! 
This shall not be!

CHRISTUS. 
            Get thee behind me, Satan! 
Thou savorest not the things that be of God,
But those that be of men!  If any will
Come after me, let him deny himself,
And daily take his cross, and follow me. 
For whosoever will save his life shall lose it,
And whosoever will lose his life shall find it. 
For wherein shall a man be profited
If he shall gain the whole world, and shall lose
Himself or be a castaway?