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I would I were among the Galileans.

Are you going over to them, too?

So many are going over. In the last few days

[Calling out into the darkness.] Halt—halt! Who goes there? Friends from the outposts! [Several soldiers come from among the trees, with the Cappadocian in their midst.

Ho-ho; a deserter.

No; he has gone out of his mind.

I have not gone out of my mind. Oh, for God's great mercy's sake,—let me go!

He says he wants to slay a beast with seven heads.

Yes, yes, yes, I will, I will. Oh, let me go! See you this spear? Know you what spear it is?