Repose now at thy pleasure, exalted one. [They lie on the couches.]
GABALOS
[Low.] Say, my brave Marcellus, how dost thou like this Jewish ear-wig?
MARCELLUS
It doth not find its way to our ears.
HEROD
And if thou wilt consent to crown thy brow with this wreath, as our Lord and Master, I shall be able to persuade myself that I am thy guest, instead of thou being mine.
VITELLIUS
Thou art Rome's guest, Highness. Thus I will accept what befitteth me. [Puts on the wreath which a servant hands to him.]
GABALOS