[_With his eyes fixed on Salome._] Exalted, look!
VITELLIUS
Truly, he is right; let us look, Romans. Open your eyes wide, for what is coming is the art of all arts. And if thou tremblest, maiden, remember that thou rulest because thou tremblest.
MARCELLUS
One is obliged to say that, Gabalos, to encourage her.
GABALOS
Ah, my brave Marcellus, see to it, is it fast on its neck?
MARCELLUS
Who? What?
GABALOS
The head! the head! Look at Herodias. That will cost some one his head!
Only _whose_ has not yet transpired.
MARCELLUS
[_Pointing to Salome._] Silence!... See!...
SALOME
[_Has extricated herself from the arms of Herodias and, accompanied by exclamations of admiration and delight, has begun to dance. Her dance becomes wilder and more abandoned; she gradually loosens her veil, then covers herself with it again in voluptuous playfulness, till at last, quite unveiled, she stands with the upper part of her body apparently unclothed. She sinks on her knees half exhausted, half in homage, before Herod, who stands on the right side of the table._]
[_All break into ecstasies of applause._]
HEROD
[_Rushes forward to raise her._]
HERODIAS
[_Who has retreated as far as the proscenium on right, and has watched everything intently with a harassed expression playing on her face, now intervenes to prevent him. She and Herod exchange hostile glances._]
HEROD
[_Hoarsely._] Salome!
SALOME
Sire!
HEROD
Stand up and speak.
SALOME
[_Slowly rising._] What shall I say, Sire?
HEROD
I am a poor man. Rome--who gave Herod's son, as if in mockery, the name of Herod--Rome has not left him much of his father's heritage. Yet enough is still his wherewith to thank thee. Speak, what wilt thou have? And by that God and Lord before whom we kneel in the dust, barefoot, at Jerusalem, I swear it shall be thine.
SALOME
I beg and desire that thou wilt give me, on a dish, the head of John the Baptist.
HEROD
Herodias--thou!
VITELLIUS
Dear friend, whose head doth she want?
HEROD
The head of a man, great legate, who lies in my prison, whom I have there learnt to respect, I had almost said, to love.
VITELLIUS
Oh, oh!... And is he on view, this man for whose head daughters of princes dance before thee?
HEROD
Fetch him. [_Exit servant._] Damsel, thy mother led thee into this.
Thou knowest not what thou askest.... Take back thy request.
SALOME
I beg and desire that thou wilt give me the head of John the Baptist on a golden dish. [_Silence._]
HEROD
And if I refuse?
HERODIAS
[_Drawing herself erect._] Thou hast sworn, Sire.
VITELLIUS