Thirty pieces of silver! Well, well.

But that is the price of YOUR blood--blood filthy as the dish-water which the women throw out of the gates of their houses.

Oh! Annas, old, grey, stupid Annas, chock-full of the Law, why did you not give one silver piece, just one obolus more?
At this price you will go down through the ages!" "Be off!" cries Caiaphas, growing purple in the face.

But Annas stops him with a motion of the hand, and asks Judas as unconcernedly as ever: "Is that all ?" "Verily, if I were to go into the desert, and cry to the wild beasts: 'Wild beasts, have ye heard the price at which men valued their Jesus ?'--what would the wild beasts do?
They would creep out of the lairs, they would howl with anger, they would forget their fear of mankind, and would all come here to devour you! If I were to say to the sea: 'Sea, knowest thou the price at which men valued their Jesus ?' If I were to say to the mountains: 'Mountains, know ye the price at which men valued their Jesus ?' Then the sea and the mountains would leave their places, assigned to them for ages, and would come here and fall upon your heads!" "Does Judas wish to become a prophet?
He speaks so loud!" mockingly remarks he of the bird-like face, with an ingratiating glance at Caiaphas.
"To-day I saw a pale sun.

It was looking at the earth, and saying: 'Where is the Man ?' To-day I saw a scorpion.