John the Baptist: A Play

_The same. John_ [_led in by two armed men_].

Herod. I have summoned thee, Baptist. I am sorry for thee. Prepare thyself, for the evening of thy days is come.

John. I am ready, Sire.

Herod. Understand me. I am truly sorry. But thou must meet death. Now, on the spot.

John. [_After looking searchingly towards the door._] Sire, grant me a respite.

Vitellius. Thy hero doth not appear to be all too ready. A little more and he would whimper.

Herod. Baptist, wherefore dost thou want this respite?

John. I have sent out messengers and await their return.

Herod. To whom hast thou sent these messengers?... Thou art silent.... As I said before. I am from my heart sorry. So much might have been made of thee.... Still ... [_He shrugs his shoulders._]

John. [_Holding out his arms distressed._] I beseech thee, Sire!

Vitellius. Did not I tell you? All kinds of people struggle to live, only the Roman understands how to die.

Herod. Thou must ask the maiden, Baptist. Know that in her hands rests what chance thou hast of the thing called life.

Salome. Master, now see'st thou how powerful I am? Now ask me! Ask me!

Herodias. [_Prompting her, behind._] If he does ask, laugh at him.

Salome. Perhaps, but who knoweth what my heart desireth?... Now, master, why dost thou not beg?

John. Maiden ... I ...

Salome. There is the stone floor, see! The stone longs for the touch of thy knees.

[_Pause._]