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The Young Syrian Ah!
[He kills himself and falls between Salomé and Jokanaan.]
The Page of Herodias The young Syrian has slain himself! The young captain has slain himself! He has slain himself who was my friend! I gave him a little box of perfumes and ear-rings wrought in silver, and now he has killed himself! Ah, did he not foretell that some misfortune would happen? I, too, foretold it, and it has happened. Well I knew that the moon was seeking a dead thing but I knew not that it was he whom she sought. Ah! why did I not hide him from the moon? If I had hidden him in a cavern she would not have seen him.
First Soldier Princess, the young captain has just killed himself.
Salomé Let me kiss thy mouth, Jokanaan.
Jokanaan Art thou not afraid, daughter of Herodias? Did I not tell thee that I had heard in the palace the beating of the wings of the angel of death, and hath he not come, the angel of death?
Salomé Let me kiss thy mouth.
Jokanaan Daughter of adultery, there is but one who can save thee. It is He of whom I spake. Go seek Him. He is in a boat on the sea of Galilee, and He talketh with His disciples. Kneel down on the shore of the sea, and call unto Him by His name. When He cometh to thee (and to all who call on Him He cometh), bow thyself at His feet and ask of Him the remission of thy sins.
Salomé Let me kiss thy mouth.
Jokanaan Cursed be thou! daughter of an incestuous mother, be thou accursed!
Salomé I will kiss thy mouth, Jokanaan.
Jokanaan I do not wish to look at thee. I will not look at thee, thou art accursed, Salomé, thou art accursed.
[He goes down into the cistern.]
Salomé I will kiss thy mouth, Jokanaan; I will kiss thy mouth.
First Soldier We must bear away the body to another place. The Tetrarch does not care to see dead bodies, save the bodies of those whom he himself has slain.
The Page of Herodias He was my brother, and nearer to me than a brother. I gave him a little box full of perfumes, and a ring of agate that he wore always on his hand. In the evening we used to walk by the river, among the almond trees, and he would tell me of the things of his country. He spake ever very low. The sound of his voice was like the sound of the flute of a flute player. Also he much loved to gaze at himself in the river. I used to reproach him for that.
Second Soldier You are right; we must hide the body. The Tetrarch must not see it.
First Soldier The Tetrarch will not come to this place. He never comes on the terrace. He is too much afraid of the prophet.
[Enter Herod, Herodias, and all the Court.]
Herod Where is Salomé? Where is the Princess? Why did she not return to the banquet as I commanded her? Ah! there she is!
Herodias You must not look at her! You are always looking at her!
Herod The moon has a strange look to-night. Has she not a strange look? She is like a mad woman, a mad woman who is seeking everywhere for lovers. She is naked too. She is quite naked. The clouds are seeking to clothe her nakedness, but she will not let them. She reels through the clouds like a drunken woman. . . . I am sure she is looking for lovers. . . . Does she not reel like a drunken woman? She is like a mad woman, is she not?
Herodias No. The moon is like the moon, that is all. Let us go within. . . . You have nothing to do here.
Herod I will stay here! Manasseh, lay carpets there. Light torches. Bring forth the ivory tables, and the tables of jasper. The air here is delicious. I will drink more wine with my guests, We must show all honours to the ambassadors of Caesar.
Herodias It is not because of them that you remain.
Herod Yes; the air is delicious. Come, Herodias, our guests await us. Ah! I have slipped! I have slipped in blood! It is an ill omen. It is a very evil omen. Wherefore is there blood here? . . . And this body, what does this body here? Think you I am like the King of Egypt who gives no feast to his guests but that he shows them a corpse? Whose is it? I will not look on it.
First Soldier It is our captain, sire. It is the young Syrian whom you made captain only three days ago.
Herod I gave no order that he should be slain.
Second Soldier He killed himself, sire.
Herod For what reason? I had made him captain!
Second Soldier We do not know, sire. But he killed himself.
Herod That seems strange to me. I thought it was only the Roman philosophers who killed themselves. Is it not true, Tigellinus, that the philosophers at Rome kill themselves?
Tigellinus There are some who kill themselves, sire. They are the Stoics. The Stoics are coarse people. They are ridiculous people. I myself regard them as being perfectly ridiculous.
Herod I also. It is ridiculous to kill oneself.
Tigellinus Everybody at Rome laughs at them. The Emperor has written a satire against them. It is recited everywhere,
Herod Ah! He has written a satire against them? Caesar is wonderful. He can do everything. . . . It is strange that the young Syrian has killed himself. I am sorry he has killed himself. I am very sorry; for he was fair to look upon. He was even very fair. He had very languorous eyes. I remember that I saw that he looked languorously at Salomé. Truly, I thought he looked too much at her.
Herodias There are others who look at her too much.
Herod His father was a king. I drove him from his kingdom. And you made a slave of his mother, who was a queen, Herodias. So he was here as my guest, as it were, and for that reason I made him my captain. I am sorry he is dead. Ho! why have you left the body here? Take it away! I will not look at it away with it! [They take a/ray the bodt.] It is cold here. There is a wind blowing. Is there not a wind blowing?
Herodias No; there is no wind.
Herod I tell you there is a wind that blows. . . . And I hear in the air something that is like the beating of wings, like the beating of vast wings. Do you not hear it?
Herodias I hear nothing.
Herod I hear it no longer. But I heard it. It was the blowing of the wind, no doubt. It has passed away. But no, I hear it again. Do you not hear it? It is just like the beating of wings.
Herodias I tell you there is nothing. You are ill. Let us go within.
Herod I am not ill. It is your daughter who is sick. She has the mien of a sick person. Never have I seen her so pale.
Herodias I have told you not to look at her.
Herod Pour me forth wine [wine is brought]. Salomé, come drink a little wine with me. I have here a wine that is exquisite. Caesar himself sent it me, Dip into it thy little red lips and then I will СКАЧАТЬ