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! HEROD Do you not see your daughter, how pale she is? HERODIAS What is it to you if she be pale or not? HEROD Never have I seen her so pale. HERODIAS You must not look at her. THE VOICE OF JOKANAAN In that day the sun shall become black like sackcloth of hair, and the moon shall become like blood, and the stars of the heavens shall fall upon the earth like ripe figs that fall from the fig-tree, and the kings of the earth shall be afraid. HERODIAS Ah! Ah! I should like to see that day of which he speaks, when the moon shall become like blood, and when the stars shall fall upon the earth like ripe figs. This prophet talks like a drunken man ... but I cannot suffer the sound of his voice. I hate his voice. Command him to be silent. HEROD I will not. I cannot understand what it is that he saith, but it may be an omen. HERODIAS I do not believe in omens. He speaks like a drunken man.
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