For thou art guilty: thou hast undeceived me:
Now at thy peril speak.
salome.
No matter.
herod.
Well—
salome.
’Tis—
SCENE VII.
herod, salome, mazael.
mazael.
Bear not this indignity, my lord,
The queen is fled, accompanied by Varus.
herod.
Varus, and Mariamne! gods! where am I?
mazael.
Varus, my lord, and all his troops have left
The palace, and a secret band is placed
About the walls to favor her retreat;
Your Mariamne will be lost forever.
herod.
The charm is broke, and day shines full upon me:
Come, Salome, acknowledge now thy brother,
And know him by his wrath; let us surprise
The infidel: now judge if Herod still
Acts like himself, and like himself revenges.
End of the Third Act.
ACT IV.
SCENE I.
salome, mazael.
mazael.
Never did fair appearance gild so well
The specious covering of a happy falsehood:
With what dexterity I played on him,
And blended truth with artifice! But why
Art thou dejected? art thou not restored
To Herod’s favor? Mariamne lost,
Beyond recovery lost? Thou art avenged;
The king’s distracted. I am shocked myself
When I behold the work of my own hands:
Thou too hast seen the horrid spectacle,
The trembling slaves all butchered by his hand.
The queen half-dead, and fainting by their side,
And Herod’s arm uplifted as in act
To murder her: the children bathed in tears
Fall at his feet, and offer their own lives
To save their mother’s: canst thou wish for more,
Or hast thou aught to fear?
salome.
I fear the king,
I fear those fatal charms which he adores;
That arm which oft uplifted falls as oft
Inactive down; that anger which soon kindled
Is soon extinct; which, doubtful still and blind,
Exhausts its feeble powers in sudden transports:
My triumphs, Mazael, are uncertain still;
Twice has my fate been changed this day, and twice
To hatred love succeeded: if he sees
The queen again, we are undone.
SCENE II.
herod, salome, mazael, Guards.
mazael.
He comes,
And seems disturbed: what horror in his aspect!
salome.
Say, Herod, hast thou taken ample vengeance?
mazael.
I hope my royal master will forgive
His faithful servant, who thus dares to speak
Touching the queen: but Varus is her safeguard;
Prevent his dark designs, and save thyself:
The haughty prætor, resolute and bold,
Will make a merit of destroying thee.
herod.
Alas! my sister, how have I been treated!
Deceived, betrayed! help me to rail, to curse
This dear ungrateful woman: now my heart
Rests all its hopes on thy assisting friendship:
Thou, Salome, wert made a sacrifice
To my unhappy love for Mariamne;
I numbered thee amongst my worst of foes;
For her unkindness did I punish thee;
But thou hast seen my tenderness betrayed,
And, ere this day is past, we’ll be revenged:
Yes, she shall suffer for her fatal power
O’er Herod’s heart, that sighed for her alone.
O how have I adored, and how detested,
The faithless Mariamne! and thou, Varus,
Shalt feel my wrath; thou art a Roman, therefore