[Exit.
Herod.
Ha ha! To her in time past I had spoken:—
“Two souls that love each other as they should love
Could never bear each other to outlive.
If I on some far battlefield had fallen
You would not need a courier’s announcing,
You’d feel that on the instant death had happened
And woundless die in sentience of mine.”
Titus, bemock me not. ’Tis so, ’tis so,