SCENE VI
John and the Gaoler. Later, Maecha, Salome.
GAOLER
Well, thou art now thy own master. What are thy commands?
JOHN
The Tetrarch spoke of my disciples----
MAECHA
[Appearing in the gateway to left.] He is alone.
SALOME
[Signs to the Gaoler. Exeunt Maecha and Gaoler.]
JOHN
What wilt thou?
SALOME
Master, seest thou the sun sinking yonder between the pomegranate boughs?
JOHN
I see it.
SALOME
Knowest thou whose doing it is that thou art able to see it ere it goeth down, and ere thou goest down? Mine!
JOHN
May be. What dost thou want?
SALOME
Thou shalt not go down. Not thou. For my soul is thirsty. Teach me, master.
JOHN
What shall I teach thee?
SALOME
See, I am pious by nature, and I have a longing for salvation.... What thou givest to the humblest by the highway, give also to me. Let me sit at thy feet. I will be pious. Yea, I will. And if I touch thy hairy shirt, then be not frightened. I mean thee no harm.
JOHN
Why shouldst thou mean me harm, young virgin?
SALOME
Who can say ... if thou shouldst reject me! No one knows how powerful I am to-day. When I stretch my limbs [she spreads out her arms] it seems to me as if I carried the whole world like this ... only to hug it to my heart.
JOHN
Maiden, thou hast a playmate.
SALOME
[Attentively.] Which playmate?
JOHN
Her name is Miriam.
SALOME
I had her. Now she is dead.
JOHN
[Bows his head. His suspicions realized.]
SALOME
I had her slain because she went to thee. No one shall go to thee except me. Seest thou now how pious I am? Seest thou? My soul feels thy strength, and feels it with joy; for I have never seen anyone so strong as thou art. I have made thankofferings and secret vows like those the Psalms sing of. Then I have been forth in the gloaming to seek thy countenance and the light of thy eyes. And I have decked my bed with beautiful, many-coloured rugs from Egypt, and I have sprinkled my pillows with myrtle, aloes, and cinnamon. I will give thee my fair young body, thou barbarian among the sons of Israel! Come, let us make love till morning. And my playmates shall keep watch on the threshold, and greet the dawn with their harps.
JOHN
Verily, thou art powerful; thou carriest the world in thy arms ... for thou art sin itself.
SALOME
Yes. Sweet as sin.... That am I.
JOHN
Go!
SALOME
Thou spurnest me! Spurnest me? [She rushes through the gate.]