CHRISTUS. 
Woe unto you, ye Scribes and Pharisees,
Ye hypocrites! for ye shut up the kingdom
Of heaven, and neither go ye in yourselves
Nor suffer them that are entering to go in!

GAMALIEL. 
How eagerly the people throng and listen,
As if his ribald words were words of wisdom!

CHRISTUS. 
Woe unto you, ye Scribes and Pharisees,
Ye hypocrites! for ye devour the houses
Of widows, and for pretence ye make long prayers;
Therefore shall ye receive the more damnation.

GAMALIEL. 
This brawler is no Jew,—­he is a vile
Samaritan, and hath an unclean spirit!

CHRISTUS. 
Woe unto you, ye Scribes and Pharisees,
Ye hypocrites! ye compass sea and land
To make one proselyte, and when he is made
Ye make him twofold more the child of hell
Than you yourselves are!

GAMALIEL. 
               O my father’s father! 
Hillel of blessed memory, hear and judge!

CHRISTUS. 
Woe unto you, ye Scribes and Pharisees,
Ye hypocrites! for ye pay tithe of mint,
Of anise, and of cumin, and omit
The weightier matters of the law of God,
Judgment and faith and mercy; and all these
Ye ought to have done, nor leave undone the others!

GAMALIEL. 
O Rabban Simeon! how must thy bones
Stir in their grave to hear such blasphemies!

CHRISTUS. 
Woe unto you, ye Scribes, and Pharisees,
Ye hypocrites! for ye make clean and sweet
The outside of the cup and of the platter,
But they within are full of all excess!

GAMALIEL. 
Patience of God! canst thou endure so long? 
Or art thou deaf, or gone upon a journey?

CHRISTUS. 
Woe unto you, ye Scribes and Pharisees,
Ye hypocrites! for ye are very like
To whited sepulchres, which indeed appear
Beautiful outwardly, but are within
Filled full of dead men’s bones and all uncleanness!

GAMALIEL. 
Am I awake?  Is this Jerusalem? 
And are these Jews that throng and stare and listen?

CHRISTUS. 
Woe unto you, ye Scribes and Pharisees,
Ye hypocrites! because ye build the tombs
Of prophets, and adorn the sepulchres
Of righteous men, and say:  if we had lived
When lived our fathers, we would not have been
Partakers with them in the blood of Prophets. 
So ye be witnesses unto yourselves,
That ye are children of them that killed the Prophets! 
Fill ye up then the measure of your fathers. 
I send unto you Prophets and Wise Men,
And Scribes, and some ye crucify, and some
Scourge in your Synagogues, and persecute
From city to city; that on you may come
The righteous blood that hath been shed on earth,
From the blood of righteous Abel to the blood
Of Zacharias, son of Barachias,
Ye slew between the Temple and the altar!

GAMALIEL. 
Oh, had I here my subtle dialectician,
My little Saul of Tarsus, the tent-maker,
Whose wit is sharper than his needle’s point,
He would delight to foil this noisy wrangler!