With hoodwink-kisses lulled to lying peace,
Hews off his head in sleep; the other dances,
Merely to keep firm hands upon the crown,
Like one possessed upon her husband’s grave.
And sure I was invited this to see.
[Watches Mariamne again.
Yes, yes, I see’t. In Rome she’ll have my witness!
But here I drink no single drop of wine.
Salome.
What say you, Titus? Stands it with the King