You care more for the man who has mortally insulted yourself and my mother than you do for me." "Indeed, I do not! If he deserves death, you shall have your desire." "When does he whom the king loves deserve death ?" groaned the girl, and sank into a swoon.

He lifted her up, drew her to his breast, and what her words could not accomplish the embrace did--it cost the Baptist his life.
The banquet was most sumptuous.

The most delicious viands, gathered from every quarter, and sparkling wines graced the table.

Harp players stood by the marble pillars, and sang praises to the king.

Herod, a garland of red roses round his head, sat between the two women.