That put deceit, and must, on all whose trusting
Is not a wholeheart thing. Not in the testing,
Nay, through the testing’s self they topple groundward
Being too high therefor, too fine of feel.
Woe then to you if you’ve no heart for trusting,
Since you—Forgive me! This is the last time.
Herod.
Farewell.
Mariamne.
Farewell. I know you will come back.