JOHN
[In torture, half to himself.] Who knoweth?
SALOME
Master, what harm shall wrath do one, who is a jubilation and a feast day? And if thou camest to me in flames of fire, I would not mourn my youth for the length of two moons.... I would stretch out my arms and cry, "Destroy me, flame; take me up!"
JOHN
[After a pause.] Go!
SALOME
I am going. [She rushes into the arms of Herodias, who enters.] Mother!
SCENE IX
The same. Herodias and her women.