HERODIAS
Thou hast rested; art refreshed?
HEROD
That question thou oughtst not to ask me. My father was one of those men who never knew what weariness was. So his son, likewise, parts company with his pillow betimes, and---- [He observes Salome who, with her veil slightly lifted, looks down from the balcony, and after she sees that he has noticed her, vanishes.]
HERODIAS
Thou art silent.
HEROD
Thy daughter is not with thee?
HERODIAS
[Dryly.] No.