HEROD You hear how she answers me, this daughter of yours? HERODIAS She does right. Why are you always gazing at her? HEROD Bring me ripe fruits [fruits are brought]. Salomé, come and eat fruit with me. I love to see in a fruit the mark of thy little teeth. Bite but a little of this fruit and then I will eat what is left. SALOMÉ I am not hungry, Tetrarch. HEROD [To Herodias.] You see how you have brought up this daughter of yours. HERODIAS My daughter and I come of a royal race. As for thee, thy father was a camel driver! He was also a robber! HEROD Thou liest! HERODIAS Thou knowest well that it is true. HEROD Salomé, come and sit next to me. I will give thee the throne of thy mother. SALOMÉ I am not tired, Tetrarch.
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