The prophet, Princess. SALOMÉ Ah, the prophet! He of whom the Tetrarch is afraid? SECOND SOLDIER We know nothing of that, Princess. It was the prophet Jokanaan who cried out. THE YOUNG SYRIAN Is it your pleasure that I bid them bring your litter, Princess? The night is fair in the garden. SALOMÉ He says terrible things about my mother, does he not? SECOND SOLDIER We never understand what he says, Princess. SALOMÉ Yes; he says terrible things about her. [Enter a Slave.] THE SLAVE Princess, the Tetrarch prays you to return to the feast. SALOMÉ I will not go back. THE YOUNG SYRIAN Pardon me, Princess, but if you do not return some misfortune may happen.
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