MANAHEM. 
What more?

HEROD. 
          No more.

MANAHEM. 
             Yea, for I said to thee: 
It shall be well with thee if thou love justice
And clemency towards thy fellow-men. 
Hast thou done this, O King?

HEROD. 
                    Go, ask my people.

MANAHEM. 
And then, foreseeing all thy life, I added: 
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.

HEROD. 
                              The end! 
When will that come?  For this I sent to thee. 
How long shall I still reign?  Thou dost not answer! 
Speak! shall I reign ten years?

MANAHEM. 
              Thou shalt reign twenty,
Nay, thirty years.  I cannot name the end.

HEROD. 
Thirty?  I thank thee, good Essenian! 
This is my birthday, and a happier one
Was never mine.  We hold a banquet here. 
See, yonder are Herodias and her daughter.

MANAHEM, aside. 
’T is said that devils sometimes take the shape
Of ministering angels, clothed with air. 
That they may be inhabitants of earth,
And lead man to destruction.  Such are these.

HEROD. 
Knowest thou John the Baptist?

MANAHEM. 
                   Yea, I know him;
Who knows him not?

HEROD. 
     Know, then, this John the Baptist
Said that it was not lawful I should marry
My brother Philip’s wife, and John the Baptist
Is here in prison.  In my father’s time
Matthias Margaloth was put to death
For tearing the golden eagle from its station
Above the Temple Gate,—­a slighter crime
Than John is guilty of.  These things are warnings
To intermeddlers not to play with eagles,
Living or dead.  I think the Essenians
Are wiser, or more wary, are they not?

MANAHEM. 
The Essenians do not marry.

HEROD. 
                      Thou hast given
My words a meaning foreign to my thought.

MANAHEM. 
Let me go hence, O King!

HEROD. 
                     Stay yet awhile,
And see the daughter of Herodias dance. 
Cleopatra of Jerusalem, my mother,
In her best days, was not more beautiful.

Music.  THE DAUGHTER OP HERODIAS dances.

HEROD. 
Oh, what was Miriam dancing with her timbrel,
Compared to this one?

MANAHEM, aside. 
              O thou Angel of Death,
Dancing at funerals among the women,
When men bear out the dead!  The air is hot
And stifles me!  Oh for a breath of air! 
Bid me depart, O King!

HEROD. 
              Not yet.  Come hither,
Salome, thou enchantress!  Ask of me
Whate’er thou wilt; and even unto the half
Of all my kingdom, I will give it thee,
As the Lord liveth!

DAUGHTER OF HERODIAS, kneeling. 
                  Give me here the head
Of John the Baptist on this silver charger!