Soemus.
Lord, you do me an injustice;
And yet I have no cause to come too often.
Herod (to Salome).
And you here too? So you have learnt at last
To trick your wits, when you meet Mariamne,
With fancy-thoughts that you look in a mirror
And spy your own reflected counterpart?
’Twas oft my counsel when you eyed her sourly;
It never pleased. Take not the jest amiss.