Scene 8

Salome, The Three Kings from the East, Herod, Titus, Joab, Alexandra.

Servant.

Three kings from out the Eastern lands are here,

They are with costly presents richly laden

And at this very moment have arrived.

Never were seen more strangely striking figures

Nor garments of more wondrous kind than these.

Salome.

Conduct them in.

[Exit Servant.

I’ll tell him this at once.

So long as they’re with him he will not think

On her; and all is over soon with her.

[She goes after Herod.

[The Servant conducts in the Three Kings From the East. They are dressed in strange and curious raiment in such a way that they differ from each other in every particular. A rich retinue follows them, of like characteristics. Gold, incense, and myrrh. Enter Herod, and Salome shortly after him.

First King.

O King, all hail!

Second King.

A blessing on thy House!

Third King.

A benison to all eternity!

Herod.

I thank you. But methinks for such an hour

The salutation’s strange.

First King.

Was not a son

Born to you?

Herod.

Me? Oh no! My wife has died.

First King.

We have no call to tarry here.

Second King.

So there’s

A second King then here?

Herod.

Then there would be

None here at all.

Third King.

There’s here, beside your own,

A second stem, it seems, of Kingly blood.

Herod.

And why?

First King.

It is so.

Second King.

Yes, it must be so.

Herod.

Of that too I know naught.

Salome (to Herod).

In Bethlehem

The stem of David still has left a shoot

Remaining.

Third King.

David was a King?

Herod.

’Tis so.

First King.

Let us now go even unto Bethlehem!

Salome (continuing, to Herod).

But now it plants its seed alone in beggars.

Herod.

I think it, else——

Salome.

I spoke once with a virgin

Of David’s house, Mary, I think, her name.

I found her fair enough for such a lineage,

But she was to a carpenter betrothed

And scarcely lifted eyes upon my face

When I made question of her name.

Herod.

You hear it?

Second King.

’Tis naught! We go.

Herod.

You will then, ere you go,

Acquaint me what has brought you hither.

First King.

Reverence

Before the King above all Kings.

Second King.

The wish

Ere yet we die to view his countenance.

Third King.

The holy duty at His feet in homage

To lay whatever on earth is costly-rare.

Herod.

Who gave you tidings of Him then?

First King.

His star!

We journeyed not together and we knew

Naught of each other, for our kingdoms lie

To furthest East and furthest West, seas flow

Between them, lofty mountains sunder them——

Second King.

And yet it was the self-same star we saw,

The self-same impulse that had seized our hearts;

We wandered on the self-same way and met us

At last together at the self-same goal——

Third King.

Whether a King’s son or a beggar’s son

The Child this star has lighted into life

Will be uplifted high, and on the Earth

No man shall breathe that will not bow to Him.

Herod (aside).

So speaks the Ancient Book as well! (Aloud.) May I

Make offer of a guide to Bethlehem?

First King

(pointing to Heaven). We have a guide!

Herod.

Then good. And if the Child

Be found, I prithee send to me the tidings

That I with you may do Him reverence.

First King.

It shall be done. Now forth to Bethlehem!

[The Three Kings with their retinue leave the stage.

Herod.

It never will be done!

[Enter Joab and Titus, followed by Alexandra.

Ha!

Joab.

It is finished!

[Herod covers up his face.

Titus.

She died, yes, died! But as for me, I have

A still more fearful office to perform

Than he who brought your word of blood to pass,

For I must tell you she was innocent.

Herod.

No, Titus, no!

[Titus is about to speak.

(Stepping close up to him.) For were that so, you could not

Have let her go to death.

Titus.

No one was able

To hinder that but you. It gives me pain

To be against my will your worse than headsman,

But if a holy duty yields the dead one,

Whoever he may be, the rite of burial,

Still holier is the duty from a shame

To wash him clean if he deserve it not.

This duty now lays law on me alone.

Herod.

I see from all you say one only thing—

Her spell in death itself was true to her.

Why eats Soemus still my heart? How could he

Resist this blinding woman in her life?

Even in the dying flash she kindled you.

Titus.

Goes jealousy the very grave beyond?

Herod.

If I have duped me, if from out your mouth

Some other thing than pity now were speaking

Too deep by far not to be more than such,

Then I must give you warning that your witness

Helped to condemn her, that the duty-bond

For you had then been this—to give me warning

As soon as e’er the tiniest doubt had come.

Titus.

But my word held me back, and, more than that,

The unimplorable Necessity.

Had I relaxed from her one pace, no further,

Upon herself the deathly thrust were given.

I saw the dagger hidden in her breast

And more than once the twitching of her hand.

[Pause.

She wished to die; she must have done so, too.

As much she suffered and as much she pardoned

As she had power to pardon and to suffer.

I have beheld her very innermost,

Who more demands should quarrel not with her,

Should quarrel only with the elements

Which, willed or not, had been so mixed in her

That she could go no further. Yes, but let him

Show me a woman further gone than she!

[Herod makes a gesture.

She wished to have her death from you, and called

The unshapen dream-child of your jealousy

Into illusive being at her feast,

Juggling her soul to death and all deceiving.

I found that stern but not unjust. She stepped

As mask before your eyes; the mask was destined

To sting you till you pierced it with a sword-thrust.

[He points to Joab.

And that you did and killed her very self.

Herod.

So spoke she, but she spoke from vengeance so.

Titus.

So was it. I have testified against her.

How gladly would I doubt it!

Herod.

And Soemus?

Titus.

Upon the way that leads to death I met him,

He entered on his own as soon as hers

Had been accomplished, and he felt it balm

To think his blood with hers should be commingled

E’en though upon the block by headsman-hand.

Herod.

Aha! You see?

Titus.

And what? Perchance in stillness

He burned for her. But if that were a sin

Then it was his and never aught of hers.

He cried to me:—“I die because I spoke;

Else had I died because I might have spoken.

For such was Joseph’s lot. He swore while still

In death that he was innocent as I,

I marked it.”

Herod (breaking out).

Joseph! Is he too avenged?

Does Earth gape open? Do the striding dead

Outface me all?

Alex. (approaching him).

They do! But no, fear nothing.

There’s one—a woman—still lies under earth!

Herod.

Accursèd! (Commanding himself.) Be it so. If then Soemus

Committed but a single crime against me,

[He turns to Salome.

Joseph, through whom this vulgar-souled suspicion

Had filled him, Joseph fooled him even in death—

Is it not so?—Why are you silent now?

Salome.

Hot-foot he dogged her every step——

Alex. (to Herod).

Ay true!

But with intent to find the ripened time,

No more, in which to carry out your charge

Both her and me to murder——

Herod.

Is this true?

(To Salome.) And you, you?

Alex.

Almost the self-same hour

Why he allowed his mask fully to fall

Had Mariamne ta’en on her the oath

To give herself, if you returned not hither,

A sacrifice to death. I hide it not.

For doing so I hated her.

Herod.

Oh fearful!

And this—but now you tell this?

Alex.

Yes!

Titus.

I know

This too. It was her latest word to me.

But for a thousand years I had been silent,

I would but clear her name, not give you torture.

Herod.

Then—— (His voice fails him.)

Titus.

Calm yourself! It wounds me too.

Herod.

Ay, wounds

You, her (to Salome) and everyone who here, like me,

Has been the blinded tool of slant-souled Fate,

But I alone have lost what on this earth

Eternally will ne’er be seen again.

Have lost! Oh! Oh!

Alex.

Aha, Aristobulus,

You are avenged, my son, and I in you.

Herod.

What, triumphing? You think that I will now

Wilt like a broken thing? Nay, I will not.

I am a king and I will let the world

[He makes a gesture as though snapping something to pieces.

Feel it and tremble! Up now, Pharisees.

Up with your rebel heads! (To Salome.) And you, why shrink you

So soon from me? Why, sure, I’ve not yet altered

My face, but on the morrow it may happen

That my own mother shall be forced to swear

I am no more her son.

[After a pause, in a toneless voice.

Ah, if my crown

Were set with all the stars that flame in heaven,

For Mariamne I would give them hence

And, if I had it too, this earthen ball.

Yea, were it possible that I myself

Living as now within the grave could lay me

And ransom her from out her own, I’d do it!

With my own hands I’d dig myself therein.

Ah, but I cannot! Therefore have I still

And fastly hold what still I have. That is

Not much, but still a crown is part thereof

Which now shall fill for me the woman’s place,

And who makes grasp for that—One does so now;

Why yes, a Boy does so, a Marvellous Boy—

He Whom the Prophets have long been announcing

And Whom e’en now a star lights into life.

But, Fate, thy reckoning is sore at fault

If thou, in trampling me with iron foot,

A piecemeal thing, hast thought to smooth His course.

A soldier I; myself will fight with thee

And, as I lie, will bite thee in the heel.

(Sharply.) Joab!

[Joab approaches.

(In a contained voice.) You go at once to Bethlehem

And tell the Captain there who’s in command

To find the Marvellous Boy—Nay, he will not

Ransack him out, not all can see the star;

As for those Kings, they’re sly as sanctimonious—

The children who within the bygone year

Were born, he is to slay upon the spot.

He leaves no single one surviving.

Joab (retreating).

Good!

(Aside.) And I know why! But Moses was delivered

Pharaoh despite!

Herod (still loud and strong).

I’ll see to it to-morrow,

To-day with Mariamne—(He collapses.) Titus!

[Titus catches him.