SCRIBES and ELDERS. 
Thou that destroyest the Temple, and dost build it
In three days, save thyself; and if thou be
The Son of God, come down now from the cross.

CHIEF PRIESTS. 
Others he saved, himself he cannot save! 
Let Christ the King of Israel descend
That we may see and believe!

SCRIBES and ELDERS. 
                   In God he trusted;
Let Him deliver him, if He will have him,
And we will then believe.

CHRISTUS. 
                Father! forgive them;
They know not what they do.

THE IMPENITENT THIEF. 
                   If thou be Christ,
Oh save thyself and us!

THE PENITENT THIEF. 
                       Remember me,
Lord, when thou comest into thine own kingdom.

CHRISTUS. 
This day shalt thou be with me in Paradise.

MANAHEN. 
Golgotha!  Golgotha!  Oh the pain and darkness! 
Oh the uplifted cross, that shall forever
Shine through the darkness, and shall conquer pain
By the triumphant memory of this hour!

SIMON MAGUS. 
O Nazarene!  I find thee here at last! 
Thou art no more a phantom unto me! 
This is the end of one who called himself
The Son of God!  Such is the fate of those
Who preach new doctrines.  ’T is not what he did,
But what he said, hath brought him unto this. 
I will speak evil of no dignitaries. 
This is my hour of triumph, Nazarene!

THE YOUNG RULER. 
This is the end of him who said to me: 
Sell that thou hast, and give unto the poor! 
This is the treasure in heaven he promised me!

CHRISTUS. 
Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani!

A SOLDIER, preparing the hyssop. 
He calleth for Elias!

ANOTHER. 
                     Nay, let be! 
See if Elias will now come to save him!

CHRISTUS. 
I thirst.

A SOLDIER. 
       Give him the wormwood!

CHRISTUS, with a loud cry, bowing his head. 
                         It is finished!

XI

THE TWO MARIES

MARY MAGDALENE. 
We have risen early, yet the sun
O’ertakes us ere we reach the sepulchre,
To wrap the body of our blessed Lord
With our sweet spices.

MARY, MOTHER OF JAMES. 
                  Lo, this is the garden,
And yonder is the sepulchre.  But who
Shall roll away the stone for us to enter?

MARY MAGDALENE. 
It hath been rolled away!  The sepulchre
Is open!  Ah, who hath been here before us,
When we rose early, wishing to be first?

MARY, MOTHER OF JAMES. 
I am affrighted!

MARY MAGDALENE. 
                 Hush!  I will stoop down
And look within.  There is a young man sitting
On the right side, clothed in a long white garment! 
It is an angel!