HEROD
Say, Gabalos, dost thou think that our Legate from Syria, before whom all the gaiety and colour of life doth shimmer, hath ever seen a young daughter of Princes dance at table?
GABALOS
That would be grand, because it is something new.
SCENE II
The same. Herodias [from right].
HEROD
[Noticing her.] Get thee gone!
[Gabalos and the servants withdraw to the background, where they let down the curtains which now shut in the hall.]
HEROD