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Who is this woman who is looking at me?

I will not have her look at me.

Wherefore doth she look at me with her golden eyes,

under her golden eyelids.

I know not who she is.

Bid her be gone.

It is not to her that I would speak.

I am Salome, daughter of Herodias,

Princess of Judea.

Back, daughter of Babylon!

Come not near the chosen...

How beautiful is the Princess Salome tonight!

Look at the moon!

How strange the moon seems!

She is like a woman rising from a tomb.

Rejoice not thou land of Palestine,

because the rod of him,

who struck thee is broken.

Thy hair is like clusters of grapes,

like the clusters of black grapes...

that hang from the vines of Edom.

How beautiful is the Princess Salome this evening!

How beautiful is the Princess Salome...

It is of thy hair that I am enamoured,

Jokanaan.

Thy hair is like clusters of grapes,

like the clusters of black grapes...

that hang from the vines of Edom.

Never!

I will kiss thy mouth, Jokanaan.

I will kiss thy mouth.

Princess, thou art like a garden of myrrh.

Thou art the dove of all doves,

look not at this man.

Do not speak such words to him,

I cannot suffer them...

I will kiss...

Let me kiss thy mouth, Jokanaan!

Cursed be thou...

daughter of an incestuous mother,

be thou accursed!

Let me kiss thy mouth, Jokanaan!

I will not look at thee,

Thou art accursed, Salome,

thou art accursed.

Thou art accursed.

Thou art accursed.

I would that they presently bring me...

on a silver platter...

On a silver platter?

Surely yes, on a silver platter.

What is it you would have on a silver platter,

Salome, you who are fairer...

than all the daughters of Judea.

Whatsoever it may be, they shall give it to you.

What is it, Salome?

- The head of Jokanaan. - No!

Ah! That is well said, my Daughter.

That is well said.

The head of Jokanaan.

No!

Ah! That is well said, my Daughter.

Who has taken my ring?

There was a ring in my right hand.

Who has drunk my wine?

There was wine in my cup.

It was full of wine.

Someone has drunk it!

My daughter has done well.

I am sure that some misfortune will happen.

There is no sound.

I hear nothing.

Why does he not cry out, this man?

Ah! If any man sought to kill me,

I would cry out, I would struggle,

I would not suffer...

Strike, Naaman, strike, I tell you...

Ah! Thou wouldst not suffer me to kiss...

thy mouth, Jokanaan!

Well, I will kiss it now.

I will bite it with my teeth...

with my teeth...

as one bites a ripe fruit.

My daughter has done well.

She is monstrous, thy daughter.

She is altogether monstrous!

I approve of what my daughter has done.

And I will stay here now.

Ah! there speaks the incestuous wife!

Come! I will not stay here.

Come! I tell thee.

Surely some terrible thing will befall.