Art thou still such a child? [To Miriam.] Go!
SALOME
[Angrily.] Miriam!
[Exit Miriam.
HERODIAS
Such a child, and already hast the tooth of a serpent in thy mouth!
SALOME
[Kneels on the couch before her mother and encircles her knees with her arms.] Forgive me, mother. We, thou and I, are not like others. We sting those we love.
HERODIAS
[Sotto voce.] And those we hate?