SCENE XI
Beatrice Marshall translation
[The curtains are drawn aside. One sees the roofs crowded with women waving palms. Others, with palms in their hands, climb the hilly street below. The shouting swells in volume and becomes an orderly, harmonious song.]
VITELLIUS
[Who has continued sitting, turns round indignantly.] What is going on there again?
HEROD
[Has grasped a goblet, and springs on the topmost step.]
Greeting to thee, my King ---- of the ----
[He looks, stops short ... the goblet slips from his hand, he turns away and hides his face in his mantle.]
THE OTHERS
[Also stand, looking down in silent amazement. The Hosannahs rise from the street.]
[The Curtain falls.]