[After further silence.] Thou wouldst sell thyself to me! Dost thou know thy own price? A grain of barley would be too dear ... for thy name is courtezan, and adulteress is written on thy brow.
HERODIAS
[Infuriated.] Thou--thou----
SALOME
[Falling into her arms.] Mother!
HERODIAS
[Controlling herself haughtily and contemptuously.] I should have thee seized on the instant, only thou makest sport for me. And if not quite intoxicated with thy own superiority, listen to me once more. He who thinketh himself designed to be a judge over men should take part in the life of men, should be human among human beings.
JOHN
[Impressed.] What ... didst thou say?
HERODIAS