Scene 7

Herod alone.

Herod.

’Tis true I went too far. When half-way launched

I told myself the same. But not less true

If she loved me the offence she would condone.

If she loved me! Has she loved, truth to truth?

I think it. Ay, but now—oh, how the Dead One

Is skilled to vengeance even in the grave!

I made away with him my crown t’ assure,

He took what dipped the heavier scale—her heart.

For she has shown me since her brother died

Strange alteration; though my nice regard

Has never found between her and her mother

The tiniest tell-tale vestige of resemblance,

To-day showed more than once the linking touches;

Thus I can give no more the old-time faith.

That is a surety; must it therefore be

An equal surety that she has deceived?

The guarantee that in her love had lain

Is fallen away, but still there is a second

Lies in that pride of hers; will not a pride,

Superb-disdainful of its self-defence,

Even more disdain the sullying of self?

Ay, but she knows it! Joseph! Why can man

But kill and nevermore the dead awaken?

He should be able both to do or neither.

He takes his vengeance too! He comes not! Yet

I see him there! “My Lord commanded?” Monstrous!

I’ll not believe ’t! Salome, keep you silent

Howe’er it came it came not so! Perchance

The eating secret like embowelled fire

Forced way through him; or he perchance betrayed it

Because he deemed me as one lost, and now

Was fain to be atoned with Alexandra

Before the tidings came. Well, we shall see!

For she must stand the proof. Had I but guessed

That she could come by knowledge of it, never

Had I so far been gone. Now that she knows,

From her revenge I now will need to fear

The thing that from her soul’s unstableness

Perchance I feared unjustly. I must fear

That on my grave she’ll make my wedding-mirth.

Soemus came at nick of time. He is

A man who, if I were not in the world,

Had stood where I now stand. How true he thinks,

How zealously he serves, he proves by coming.

I give him now the charge. I know from him

She lures naught out of lock if she essay

The man in him to tempt. If he betray me

She pays me such a price as—Then, Salome,

Then you were in the right!—Now to probation!

[Exit.