Yea, even the ironside Titus felt recoil.
Herod.
True, true, and he weighs heavier than yourself,
For just as he loves no one, he hates no one,
And just he is like ghosts devoid of blood.
Now leave me, for I am awaiting him.
Salome.
I vow this dance shall never be forgotten
In which, responsive to the music’s beat,
She trod the floor as though she knew for sure