"Son of Herod," said he, with dignity, "I am in your palace and have tasted of your meat, and am therefore sacred.

You make your wine bitter when you mingle it with the name of one so pure.

Good women were better forgotten at a midnight revel." A moment of silence followed.
"My intention was pure as she," Antipater answered, craftily.

"Be not so jealous, my noble friend.

I esteem her as the best and loveliest of women." "Nay, not the loveliest," said the young Manius, an assessor in Judea.
"I sing the praise of Salome, sister of our noble prince.