HEROD
He did not speak your name.
HERODIAS
What does that matter? You know well that it is I whom he seeks to revile. And I am your wife, am I not?
HEROD
Of a truth, dear and noble Herodias, you are my wife, and before that you were the wife of my brother.
HERODIAS
It was thou didst snatch me from his arms.
HEROD
Of a truth I was stronger than he was. . . . But let us not talk of that matter. I do not desire to talk of it. It is the cause of the terrible words that the prophet has spoken. Peradventure on account of it a misfortune will come. Let us not speak of this matter. Noble Herodias, we are not mindful of our guests. Fill thou my cup, my well-beloved. Ho! fill with wine the great goblets of silver, and the great goblets of glass. I will drink to Cæsar. There are Romans here, we must drink to Cæsar.
ALL
Cæsar! Cæsar!
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