HEROD
Well, what is the matter?
GABALOS
Sire, the people will not be restrained. Men and women in holiday raiment fill the streets and crowd on the roofs. They carry palms in their hands, and sing and shout for joy.
HEROD
What are they singing?
GABALOS
Thou knowest, Sire, I am not servile, but I scarcely like to say.
HEROD
Speak!