JUDAS: what luck have I, a fisherman, to save the world through me; oh, I must be the prophet of doom, for doom is what will save the world, through my surreptitious knowledge which will be light onto the world someday. A small gift for honest eyes. I heard the voice, it sounds cruel I know, I am Judas Iscariot, who shall take my place!~? There is none, not one willing to. My father as you know was and is a simple storekeeper, he will be proud once he knows the reasoning. [Says Judas, enthusiastically to Peter, by the temple in Jerusalem, in an alley.]

PETER:

friend: do you think misfortune will bring your salvation? Is it not love He reached for, and now you tell me, your love for the world, and willingness to sell Jesus to the murderers will produce an escape for man