For him who meant my murder I might well
Be loath to supplicate; and yet I shudder
That not the respite even for that was left me.
Herod (aside).
’Twas soon or late with him! In the next war
He had been stationed in Uriah’s place!
And yet I rue this hasty hotness now.
[Enter a Courier.
Scene 6
Herod. Mariamne. A Courier.