I respect thy faith, prophet, and so would speak to thee in a friendly spirit.... People have told me of a man who keeps far away from human dwellings, and only descends now and then to the banks of fresh waters to bless, so it is said. That pleased me well.... The great willingly bow to greatness ... and so I bow to thee. SALOME [_After cowering at her feet, springs up, and throws herself on her neck._] HERODIAS I will not reproach thee for denouncing me in the market-place of Jerusalem, for thou dost not know me.... Yet I was _not_ well pleased that thou didst chew the cud of wormwood, which hath embittered these Judean cattle against me. I should have thought thou wast too proud, thy solitary nature too noble! JOHN I have not come here for thy praise or thy blame. I have but a simple question to ask. Art thou going on the first day of the Passover to the Temple, at the Tetrarch's side? HERODIAS [_Mastering her scorn with difficulty._] I perceive, thou great prophet, that thy wrath strains on its chain.... Before thou lettest it loose, permit me also to ask a question; for see, I am endeavouring to approach thee, and would gladly win thee. Wert thou not a riddle to me, I should not ask it. Yet truly no man is so curiously fashioned as not to cherish secret wishes in his heart. Every one hath said to himself: "This were my delight, and that my desire." JOHN I understand thee not. HERODIAS Look round thee. Doth not the gleaming snow of marble attract thy eyes, nor the yellow glitter of gold? JOHN [_Is silent._] HERODIAS Or ... hast thou never dreamed of the power and splendour and riches of this world? JOHN [_Still silent._] Or [_pointing to Salome, who again cowers at her feet._] has thy heart not trembled at the sight of this sweet, unveiled youth? JOHN [_After further silence._] Thou wouldst sell thyself to me! Dost thou know thy own price? A grain of barley would be too dear ... for thy name is courtezan, and adulteress is written on thy brow. HERODIAS [_Infuriated._] Thou--thou---- SALOME [_Falling into her arms._] Mother! HERODIAS [_Controlling herself haughtily and contemptuously._] I should have thee seized on the instant, only thou makest sport for me. And if not quite intoxicated with thy own superiority, listen to me once more. He who thinketh himself designed to be a judge over men should take part in the life of men, should be human among human beings. JOHN [_Impressed._] What ... didst thou say? HERODIAS But thou seemest to me so isolated from thy fellow-men that the throb of a human heart itself is nothing to thee.... Thou hast avoided, cowardlike, all contact with sin and guilt in thy waste places, and now creepest forth to condemn others as guilty. The scorching winds of thy desert may perhaps have taught thee hate ... but what knowest thou of love? of those who live and die for the sake of their love? JOHN Thou too speakest of love ... thou too? HERODIAS