I do not believe in omens. He speaks like a drunken man.
It may be he is drunk with the wine of God.
What wine is that, the wine of God? From what vineyards is it gathered? In what wine-press may one find it?
[From this point he looks all the while at Salomé].
Tigellinus, when you were at Rome of late, did the Emperor speak with you on the subject of . . . ?
On what subject, my Lord?
On what subject? Ah I I asked you a question, did I not? I have forgotten what I would have asked you.
You are looking again at my daughter. You must not look at her. I have already said so.
You say nothing else.