SCENE III
The same. Herod, Merokles, Jabad, Gabalos.
HEROD
Gaoler!
GAOLER
Sire.
HEROD
Who are the three men who linger about the door? They look morose, and did not salute me.
GAOLER
Sire, those are the remnant of the crew which followed John, they say, from Jerusalem. For eight days and eight nights they followed him.
HEROD
The remnant, sayest thou? Where are the rest?
GAOLER
They lie somewhere by the wayside, Sire, and die of thirst, unless the ravens give them to drink.
HEROD
Drive them away!
GAOLER
Sire, we have hunted them off several times; but they always come back.
HEROD
So, let them be.
MEROKLES
See, how mild is our ruler! He doth not order them to be cut in pieces.
JABAD
Hail to our Ruler! [The two others join in.]
HEROD
To speak candidly, friends, I do not lay hands on sages and fools willingly; for one can never know whether the executioner holds up the head of a sage or a fool.
GABALOS
Thou canst do no wrong, Sire; for thou art wise, all-wise!
HEROD
When I order thee to be beheaded, I shall not be wrong; for thou art a fool, a complete fool. [Nearing the seat.] Bring me----[Observes Salome, who, listening, has raised her head a little above the edge of the seat, then quickly dives down again.] I beg you to retire, and await me without the gate.
[Exeunt Gabalos, Merokles, Jabad.]