THE ANGEL. 
               Fear not; ye are seeking
Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified. 
Why do ye seek the living among the dead? 
He is no longer here; He is arisen! 
Come see the place where the Lord lay!  Remember
How He spake unto you in Galilee,
Saying:  The Son of Man must be delivered
Into the hands of sinful men; by them
Be crucified, and the third day rise again! 
But go your way, and say to his disciples,
He goeth before you into Galilee;
There shall ye see Him as He said to you.

MARY, MOTHER OF JAMES. 
I will go swiftly for them.

MARY MAGDALENE, alone, weeping. 
                       They have taken
My Lord away from me, and now I know not
Where they have laid Him!  Who is there to tell me? 
This is the gardener.  Surely he must know.

CHRISTUS. 
Woman, why weepest thou?  Whom seekest thou?

MARY MAGDALENE. 
They have taken my Lord away; I cannot find Him. 
O sir, if thou have borne Him hence, I pray thee
Tell me where thou hast laid Him.

CHRISTUS. 
                              Mary!

MARY MAGDALENE. 
                                 Rabboni!

XII

THE SEA OF GALILEE

NATHANIEL, in the ship. 
All is now ended.

JOHN. 
                   Nay, He is arisen,
I ran unto the tomb, and stooping down
Looked in, and saw the linen grave-clothes lying,
Yet dared not enter.

PETER. 
                     I went in, and saw
The napkin that had been about his head,
Not lying with the other linen clothes,
But wrapped together in a separate place.

THOMAS. 
And I have seen Him.  I have seen the print
Of nails upon his hands, and thrust my hands
Into his side.  I know He is arisen;
But where are now the kingdom and the glory
He promised unto us?  We have all dreamed
That we were princes, and we wake to find
We are but fishermen.

PETER. 
                 Who should have been
Fishers of men!

JOHN. 
            We have come back again
To the old life, the peaceful life, among
The white towns of the Galilean lake.

PETER. 
They seem to me like silent sepulchres
In the gray light of morning!  The old life,
Yea, the old life! for we have toiled all night
And have caught nothing.

JOHN. 
                      Do ye see a man
Standing upon the beach and beckoning? 
’T is like an apparition.  He hath kindled
A fire of coals, and seems to wait for us. 
He calleth.

CHRISTUS, from the shore. 
          Children, have ye any meat?

PETER. 
Alas!  We have caught nothing.

CHRISTUS. 
                        Cast the net
On the right side of the ship, and ye shall find.