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SECOND SOLDIER

And the third is a wine of Sicily. That wine is red like blood.
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SALOMÉ

Thy hair is horrible. It is covered with mire and dust. It is
like a crown of thorns which they have placed on thy forehead. It
is like a knot of black serpents writhing round thy neck. I love
not thy hair.... It is thy mouth that I desire, Jokanaan. Thy
mouth is like a band of scarlet on a tower of ivory. It is like a
pomegranate cut with a knife of ivory. The pomegranate-flowers
that blossom in the gardens of Tyre, and are redder than roses,
are not so red. The red blasts of trumpets that herald the
approach of kings, and make afraid the enemy, are not so red.
Thy mouth is redder than the feet of those who tread the wine in
the wine-press. Thy mouth is redder than the feet of the doves
who haunt the temples and are fed by the priests. It is redder
than the feet of him who cometh from a forest where he hath slain
a lion, and seen gilded tigers. Thy mouth is like a branch of
coral that fishers have found in the twilight of the sea, the
coral that they keep for the kings!... It is like the vermilion
that the Moabites find in the mines of Moab, the vermilion that
the kings take from them. It is like the bow of the King of the
Persians, that is painted with vermilion, and is tipped with
coral. There is nothing in the world so red as thy mouth.... Let
me kiss thy mouth.
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HEROD

Pour me forth wine [_wine is brought_]. Salomé, come drink a
little wine with me. I have here a wine that is exquisite. Cæsar
himself sent it me. Dip into it thy little red lips, that I may
drain the cup.
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HEROD

How red those petals are! They are like
stains of blood on the cloth.
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HEROD

What is it to me? Ah! look at the moon! She has become red. She
has become red as blood. Ah! the prophet prophesied truly. He
prophesied that the moon would become red as blood. Did he not
prophesy it? All of you heard him. And now the moon has become
red as blood. Do ye not see it?
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HEROD

I have amethysts of two kinds, one that is black like wine, and one
that is red like wine which has been coloured with water.
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SALOME

And thy tongue, that was like a red snake darting poison, it moves
no more, it says nothing now, Jokanaan, that scarlet viper that spat its
venom upon me. It is strange, is it not? How is it that the red viper stirs
no longer?... [...] There was nothing in the world so black as thy hair.
In the whole world there was nothing so red as thy mouth.
 

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