HERODIAS
Make obeisance. Speak thy thanks.
SALOME
[_Before Herod._] Sire, I am a rose of Sharon. A flower of the valley ... Who would thank me should pluck me ... Oh, look at the head!
HEROD
Take the women away!
HERODIAS
[_Curtseys, and leads, smiling; the half-swooning Salome off to right._]
SCENE X
_The same_. [_Without Herodias and Salome._]
_Gabalos_ [_has re-entered from left_].
HEROD
Well, what is the matter?
GABALOS
Sire, the people will not be restrained. Men and women in holiday raiment fill the streets and crowd on the roofs. They carry palms in their hands, and sing and shout for joy.
HEROD
What are they singing?
GABALOS
Thou knowest, Sire, I am not servile, but I scarcely like to say.
HEROD
Speak!
GABALOS
Hosannah! to Him Who shall come. Hosannah to the King of the Jews! So they sing.
HEROD
[_Grinding his teeth._] I have had John beheaded. Who may this one be?
GABALOS
If thou wouldst see Him, Sire, they say He is coming this way.
HEROD
I will see Him. I will greet Him as I promised. Ha! ha! ha! Open!
SCENE XI
[_The curtains are drawn aside. One sees the roofs crowded with women waving palms. Others, with palms in their hands, climb the hilly street below. The shouting swells in volume and becomes an orderly, harmonious song._]
VITELLIUS
[_Who has continued sitting, turns round indignantly._] What is going on there again?
HEROD
[_Has grasped a goblet, and springs on the topmost step._]
Greeting to thee, my King ---- of the ----
[_He looks, stops short ... the goblet slips from his hand, he turns away and hides his face in his mantle._]
THE OTHERS
[_Also stand, looking down in silent amazement. The Hosannahs rise from the street._]
[_The Curtain falls._]
FINISH