I am no pipe to play on and no candle,
Not made for sounding and not made for lighting.
Then take me as I am. No, do it not!
Drive me to have my own neck’s cleaver whetted—
What idle words! Drive me to share your joyance.
Soemus, come!
[Salome enters and advances towards her.
Scene 6
The Same. Salome. Afterwards, Soemus.
Mariamne (to Salome).