And when what lives and breathes for me is pale.
See there behind yon throne on which a king
In seeming sits, stands Judas Maccabaeus—
Hero of Heroes, look thou not so darkly
Upon me from on high! Thou shalt be glad of me!
Alex.
Curb your defiance, Mariamne!
Mar.
Mother!
Farewell! (To Aaron.) Say wherefore I am here accused.