HEROD
[With an embarrassed smile.] Say it ... by all means!
HERODIAS
Then thou hast not forgotten the days--of eloquent looks and silent vows--when every breath was a longing desire and every word a feast?
HEROD
How should I forget? Love, how should I----?
HERODIAS
And thou rememberest no more the nights when wandering footsteps stole their way to the fragrant gardens, where, in the feverish blossoming around them, two sleepless ones mingled their sighs?
HEROD
How could I not remember; Love, how could I not?