Salomé
by Oscar Wilde
That which the dogs leave, the birds of the air shall devour . . . .
Ah, Iokanaan, Iokanaan, thou wert the man that I loved alone among men! All other men were hateful to me. But thou wert beautiful! Thy body was a column of ivory set upon feet of silver. It was a garden full of doves and lilies of silver. It was a tower of silver decked with shields of ivory. There was nothing in the world so white as thy body. There was nothing in the world so black as thy hair. In the whole world there was nothing so red as thy mouth. Thy voice was a censer that scattered strange perfumes, and when I looked on thee I heard a strange music. Ah! wherefore didst thou not look at me, Iokanaan?
With the cloak of thine hands, and with the cloak of thy blasphemies thou didst hide thy face. Thou didst put upon thine eyes the covering of him who would see his God. Well, thou hast seen thy God, Iokanaan, but me, me, thou didst never see. If thou hadst seen me thou hadst loved me. I saw thee, and I loved thee. Oh, how I loved thee! I love thee yet, Iokanaan. I love only thee . . . .
I am athirst for thy beauty; I am hungry for thy body; and neither wine nor apples can appease my desire. What shall I do now, Iokanaan? Neither the floods nor the great waters can quench my passion. I was a princess, and thou didst scorn me. I was a virgin, and thou didst take my virginity from me. I was chaste, and thou didst fill my veins with fire . . . .
Ah! ah! wherefore didst thou not look at me? If thou hadst looked at me 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.
HEROD
She is monstrous, thy daughter; I tell thee she is monstrous.
In truth, what she has done is a great crime.
I am sure that it is a crime against some unknown God.
HERODIAS
I am well pleased with my daughter. She has done well. And I would stay here now.
HEROD
[Rising.]
Ah!
There speaks my brother's wife! Come! I will not stay in this place. 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 cloud crosses the moon
and conceals it completely.
The stage becomes quite dark. The Tetrarch begins to climb the staircase.]
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?
I have kissed thy mouth, Iokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth.
[A ray of moonlight falls on Salome and illumines her.]
HEROD
[Turning round and seeing Salome.]
Kill that woman!
[The soldiers rush forward and crush beneath their shields,
Salome,
daughter of Herodias,
Princess of Judaea.]
CURTAIN.