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Salomé: A Tragedy in One Act

Oscar Wilde

thou hadst loved me. Well I know that thou wouldst have loved me, and the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. Love only should one consider.
Illustration note[Illustration: THE CLIMAX]
HEROD She is monstrous, thy daughter, she is altogether monstrous. In truth, what she has done is a great crime. I am sure that it was a crime against an unknown God. HERODIAS I approve of what my daughter has done. And I will stay here now. HEROD [_Rising_]. Ah! There speaks the incestuous wife! Come! I will not stay here. Come, I tell thee. Surely some terrible thing will befall. Manasseh, Issachar, Ozias, put out the torches. I will not look at things, I will not suffer things to look at me. Put out the torches! Hide the moon! Hide the stars! Let us hide ourselves in our palace, Herodias. I begin to be afraid. [_The slaves put out the torches. The stars disappear. A great black cloud crosses the moon and conceals it completely. The stage becomes very dark. The Tetrarch begins to climb the staircase._] THE VOICE OF SALOMÉ Ah! I have kissed thy mouth, Jokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth. There was a bitter taste on thy lips. Was it the taste of blood?... But perchance it is the taste of love.... They say that love hath a bitter taste.... But what of that? what of that? I have kissed thy mouth, Jokanaan. [_A moonbeam falls on Salomé covering her with light._] HEROD [_Turning round and seeing Salomé_.] Kill that woman! [_The soldiers rush forward and crush beneath their shields Salomé, daughter of Herodias, Princess of Judæa._] CURTAIN.
Illustration note[Illustration: CUL DE LAMPE]