In blood more precious, and a dearer self:
Thou shalt behold the object of thy love,
Who has preferred thee to her hated lord,
Thou shalt behold her soon expire in torment
Before thy eyes: dost thou not think Augustus
Will praise my just severity?
salome.
No doubt
He will, my lord, and would himself advise it.
On the same altar where his friends adore him,
He sheds the blood of foes: he teaches kings
To rule and to be feared; let Herod mark
And follow his example; thus alone
Thy life can be secure: the queen must stand
Condemned by all, and thou be justified.
mazael.
But make good use of this important moment,
Whilst Varus is yet absent, and his forces
Far from our walls; now seize her, and complete
Thy easy vengeance.
salome.
Above all conceal
From Israel’s sons thy purpose and thy grief,
And spare thyself the horror of a sight
So dreadful; fly from this unhappy place,
The witness of thy shame, that must recall
A thousand mournful images; O hide
From every eye thy sorrows and thy tears.
herod.
No: I must see her; face to face confound her;
Force her to answer; hear her poor excuses:
I’ll make her tremble at the approach of death,
And ask that pardon she shall never obtain.
salome.
My lord, you will not see her?
herod.
Fear me not;
Her doom is fixed: vainly she hopes that love
Will plead her cause; my heart is shut against her:
Those eyes, which once were dangerous to my peace,
Are harmless now; her presence will but raise
My anger, not my love. Guards, bring her hither;
I’ll only see, and hear, and punish her.
Sister, I would be private for a moment:
[To the attendants.
Send Mariamne here: you may retire.
[To the guards.
SCENE III.
herod.
[Alone.
Art thou resolved to see her then? O Herod,
Canst thou depend on thy own treacherous heart?
Is not her guilt too plain, and have I not
Been basely injured? Why then seek for more?
What profit can this interview afford me?
I know her thoughts already, know she hates me;
Why lives she yet? revenge, thou art too slow!
Unworthy Herod, coward as thou art,
Go, see her, pardon, sigh again, and court
Your haughty tyrant. No: to-night she dies:
I’ve sworn it; the Asmonæan blood shall flow;
I hate the race, and am abhorred by them.
But see, she comes; heaven! what a mournful sight!
SCENE IV.
mariamne, herod, eliza, Guards.
eliza.
Rouse up your spirits, madam, ’tis the king.
mariamne.
Where am I; whither do you lead me? O
’Tis death to look upon him.
herod.
How my soul
Shudders at sight of her!
mariamne.
Eliza, help,
Support me, I grow faint.
eliza.
This way.
mariamne.
What torment.
herod.
What shall I say to her? O heaven!
mariamne.
Well, sir,
Your pleasure: wherefore am I ordered here?
Is it to yield thee up the poor remains
Of hated life, destructive to us both?
Take it; strike here; I’ll thank thee for the blow;
The only gift I would accept from thee.
herod.
Then thou shalt have it: but first speak, defend,
If possible, thy shameful flight, and tell me wherefore,
When Herod’s heart to thee alone indulgent,