SALOMÉ [Smiling.] You will do this thing for me, Narraboth. You know that you will do this thing for me. And to-morrow when I pass in my litter by the bridge of the idol-buyers, I will look at you through the muslin veils, I will look at you, Narraboth, it may be I will smile at you. Look at me, Narraboth, look at me. Ah! you know that you will do what I ask of you. You know it well.... I know that you will do this thing. THE YOUNG SYRIAN [Signing to the third soldier.] Let the prophet come forth.... The Princess Salomé desires to see him. SALOMÉ Ah! THE PAGE OF HERODIAS Oh! How strange the moon looks. You would think it was the hand of a dead woman who is seeking to cover herself with a shroud. THE YOUNG SYRIAN She has a strange look! She is like a little princess, whose eyes are eyes of amber. Through the clouds of muslin she is smiling like a little princess. [The prophet comes out of the cistern. Salomé looks at him and steps slowly back.] JOKANAAN Where is he whose cup of abominations is now full? Where is he, who in a robe of silver shall one day die in the face of all the people? Bid him come forth, that he may hear the voice of him who hath cried in the waste places and in the houses of kings. SALOMÉ Of whom is he speaking? THE YOUNG SYRIAN You can never tell, Princess.
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