Salomé ​(angol) 5 csillagozás

Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from the tomb. She is like a dead woman. One might fancy she was looking for dead things.

THE CAPPADOCIAN
Yet it is a terrible thing to strangle a king.

FIRST SOLDIER
Why? Kings have but one neck, like other folk.

IOKANAAN
Art thou not afraid, daughter of Herodias?
Did I not tell thee that I had heard in the
palace the beating of the wings of the angel
of death, and hath he not come, the angel
of death?

HEROD
The moon has a strange look to-night. Has
she not a strange look? She is like a mad
woman, a mad woman who is seeking
everywhere for lovers.

HEROD
[…] It is ridiculous to kill one's-self.

HERODIAS
[…] You have a dreamer's look.
You must not dream. It is only sick people
who dream.

HEROD
Salome, Salome, dance for me. I pray thee
dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes, I am
passing sad to-night. When I came hither I
slipped in blood, which is an ill omen; also
I heard in the air a beating of wings, a
beating of giant wings. I cannot tell what
that may mean. … I am sad to-night.
Therefore dance for me. Dance for me,
Salome, I beseech thee.

HEROD
[…] No,
no, she is going to dance on blood! There
is blood split on the ground. She must not
dance on blood. It were an evil omen.

HERODIAS
What is it to thee if she dance on blood?
Thou has waded deep enough in it. …

THE VOICE OF SALOME
Ah! I have kissed thy mouth, Iokanaan,
I have kissed thy mouth. There was a bitter
taste on thy lips. Was it the taste of blood?
… Nay; but perchance it was the taste of
love. … They say that love hath a bitter
taste. … But what matter? what matter?

Only in mirrors is it well to look, for mirrors do but show us masks.