Your courier arrived not, and your mother
Has rent her raiment over you.
[Herod looks round about; sees Titus and beckons to him.
Titus (advancing).
It is so.
No single soul here could have thought, myself
The least of all, that you before the fight
At Actium would turn from Antony
And, as I grant, at prudence’ call give Caesar
Transferred allegiance. But that you have done it