HERODIAS
Look round thee. Doth not the gleaming snow of marble attract thy eyes, nor the yellow glitter of gold?
JOHN
[Is silent.]
HERODIAS
Or ... hast thou never dreamed of the power and splendour and riches of this world?
JOHN
[Still silent.]
Or [pointing to Salome, who again cowers at her feet.] has thy heart not trembled at the sight of this sweet, unveiled youth?
JOHN