Three plays by Frederic Hebbel

SCENE 7

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SALOME _alone_.

SALOME.

She’s gone! And yet I feel no throb of heart, A further sign that she deserves her fate. And so I have at last my brother back, My mother also has her son. ’Tis well; I would not budge from him. Else had the Judges E’en then his judgment jarred. Nay, Aaron, nay, No word of prison! She’d remain endungeoned Not for a moon. The grave alone holds fast, For to the grave alone he has no key.[19]

[_Enter_ A SERVANT.