E’en now heart out of breast—Titus, it is so—
Than (again to Mariamne) you from out my heart. And yet I do it.
Mar.
(turning round abruptly). I am your prisoner?
Herod.
Yes.
Mar.
(to the soldiers). Then lead me hence.
[Turns round. At a signal from Herod, Joab follows her with soldiers.
Death cannot be my husband any more.