Aaron.
The accusation’s this—your King and Lord
You have deceived. (To Herod.) ’Tis so?
Mar.
Deceived? Ah, folly!
Did he not find me in the way he thought
That he would find me, at the dance and play?
And did I don, when I had heard the death-news,
My mourning-raiment? Did I shed my tears?
And did I tear dishevelled locks? Then had I