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SECOND SOLDIER: Make him be silent. He is always saying ridiculous things.
FIRST SOLDIER: No, no. He is a holy man. He is very gentle, too. Every day, when I give him to eat he thanks me.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: Who is he?
FIRST SOLDIER: A prophet.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: What is his name?
FIRST SOLDIER: Jokanaan.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: Whence comes he?
FIRST SOLDIER: From the desert, where he fed on locusts and wild honey. He was clothed in camel's hair, and round his loins he had a leathern belt. He was very terrible to look upon. A great multitude used to follow him. He even had disciples.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: What is he talking of?
FIRST SOLDIER: We can never tell. Sometimes he says terrible things; but it is impossible to understand what he says.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: May one see him?
FIRST SOLDIER: No. The Tetrarch has forbidden it.
THE YOUNG SYRIAN: The Princess has hidden her face behind her fan! Her little white hands are fluttering like doves that fly to their dove-cots. They are like white butterflies. They are just like white butterflies.
THE PAGE OF HERODIAS: What is that to you? Why do you look at her? You must not look at her ..... Something terrible may happen.
THE CAPPADOCIAN (pointing to the cistern): What a strange prison!
SECOND SOLDIER: It is an old cistern.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: An old cistern! It must be very unhealthy.
SECOND SOLDIER: Oh, no! For instance, the Tetrarch's brother, his elder brother, the first husband of Herodias the Queen, was imprisoned their for twelve years. It did not kill him. At the end of the twelve years he had to be strangled.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: Strangled? Who dared to do that?
SECOND SOLDIER (pointing to the Executioner, a huge Negro): That man yonger, Naaman.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: He was not afraid?
SECOND SOLDIER: Oh, no! The Tetrarch sent him the ring.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: What ring?
SECOND SOLDIER: The death-ring. So he was not afraid.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: Yet it is a terrible thing to strangle a king.
FIRST SOLDIER: Why? Kings have but one neck, like other folk.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: I think it terrible.
THE YOUNG SYRIAN: The Princess rises! She is leaving the table! She looks very troubled. Ah, she is coming this way. Yes, she is coming towards us. How pale she is! Never have I seen her so pale.
