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Salome is a play written by Oscar Wilde. Originally written in French, it was first performed in 1896 in Paris. Wilde had given the play to actress Sarah Bernhardt who wanted to run the production of it, but at that time in the UK, all plays had to be approved and English censors didn't allow Biblical characters to be depicted on stage. It wasn't performed in Britain until 1931, although there was a private performance in 1905 in London.
It tells the story of Salome's attempt at seducing Jokanaan (John the Baptist), her dance of the seven veils before Herod, Jokanaan's execution, and the death of Salome as ordered by Herod.
After becoming obsessed with the imprisoned Jokanaan, she tries to seduce him, but fails when he discovers she is the daughter of Herodias (the wife of Herod), and the step-daughter of Herod. The reason he is in prison in the first place is because he insulted Herodias.
After Herod asks Salome to dance for him, she does so only when he promises her anything she wants in return. After dancing the dance of the seven veils, she asks for the head of Jokanaan on a silver platter. At first, Herod refuses but then relents, and Jokanaan is executed.
Salome, upon seeing the head, begins talking to it, and kisses the lips of the dead man. Herod, horrified by this, then orders his guards to kill her.
Whilst the play was praised on the Continent, in Britain, it was either ignored or disparaged, with the official who banned it stating, "The piece is written in French – half Biblical, half pornographic – by Oscar Wilde himself. Imagine the average British public's reception of it."
Since it was written, it has been adapted and performed many times.
This book has 26 pages in the PDF version, and was originally written in 1891.
Production notes: This edition of Salome was published by Global Grey ebooks on the 28th June 2021. The artwork used for the cover is 'Salome with the Head of John the Baptist' by Jan Adam Kruseman.
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Excerpt from 'Salome'
SCENE.—A great terrace in the Palace of Herod, set above the banqueting-hall. Some soldiers are leaning over the balcony. To the right there is a gigantic staircase, to the left, at the back, an old cistern surrounded by a wall of green bronze. Moonlight.
THE YOUNG SYRIAN: How beautiful is the Princess Salomé to-night!
THE PAGE OF HERODIAS: Look at the moon! How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. You would fancy she was looking for dead things.
THE YOUNG SYRIAN: She has a strange look. She is like a little princess who wears a yellow veil, and whose feet are of silver. She is like a princess who has little white doves for feet. You would fancy she was dancing.
THE PAGE OF HERODIAS: She is like a woman who is dead. She moves very slowly.
[Noise in the banqueting-hall.]
FIRST SOLDIER: What an uproar! Who are those wild beasts howling?
SECOND SOLDIER: The Jews. They are always like that. They are disputing about their religion.
FIRST SOLDIER: Why do they dispute about their religion?
SECOND SOLDIER: I cannot tell. They are always doing it. The Pharisees, for instance, say that there are angels, and the Sadducees declare that angels do not exist.
FIRST SOLDIER: I think it is ridiculous to dispute about such things.
THE YOUNG SYRIAN: How beautiful is the Princess Salomé to-night!
THE PAGE OF HERODIAS: You are always looking at her. You look at her too much. It is dangerous to look at people in such fashion. Something terrible may happen.
THE YOUNG SYRIAN: She is very beautiful to-night.
FIRST SOLDIER: The Tetrarch has a sombre look.
SECOND SOLDIER: Yes; he has a sombre look.
FIRST SOLDIER: He is looking at something.
SECOND SOLDIER: He is looking at some one.
FIRST SOLDIER: At whom is he looking?
SECOND SOLDIER: I cannot tell.
THE YOUNG SYRIAN: How pale the Princess is! Never have I seen her so pale. She is like the shadow of a white rose in a mirror of silver.
THE PAGE OF HERODIAS: You must not look at her. You look too much at her.
FIRST SOLDIER: Herodias has filled the cup of the Tetrarch.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: Is that the Queen Herodias, she who wears a black mitre sewn with pearls, and whose hair is powdered with blue dust?
FIRST SOLDIER: Yes; that is Herodias, the Tetrarch's wife.
SECOND SOLDIER: The Tetrarch is very fond of wine. He has wine of three sorts. One which is brought from the Island of Samothrace, and is purple like the cloak of Cæsar.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: I have never seen Cæsar.
SECOND SOLDIER: Another that comes from a town called Cyprus, and is yellow like gold.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: I love gold.
SECOND SOLDIER: And the third is a wine of Sicily. That wine is red like blood.
THE NUBIAN: The gods of my country are very fond of blood. Twice in the year we sacrifice to them young men and maidens; fifty young men and a hundred maidens. But it seems we never give them quite enough, for they are very harsh to us.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: In my country there are no gods left. The Romans have driven them out. There are some who say that they have hidden themselves in the mountains, but I do not believe it. Three nights I have been on the mountains seeking them everywhere. I did not find them. And at last I called them by their names, and they did not come. I think they are dead.
FIRST SOLDIER: The Jews worship a God that you cannot see.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: I cannot understand that.
FIRST SOLDIER: In fact, they only believe in things that you cannot see.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: That seems to me altogether ridiculous.
THE VOICE OF JOKANAAN: After me shall come another mightier than I. I am not worthy so much as to unloose the latchet of his shoes. When he cometh, the solitary places shall be glad. They shall blossom like the lily. The eyes of the blind shall see the day, and the ears of the deaf shall be opened. The new-born child shall put his hand upon the dragon's lair, he shall lead the lions by their manes.
SECOND SOLDIER: Make him be silent. He is always saying ridiculous things.
FIRST SOLDIER: No, no. He is a holy man. He is very gentle, too. Every day, when I give him to eat he thanks me.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: Who is he?
FIRST SOLDIER: A prophet.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: What is his name?
FIRST SOLDIER: Jokanaan.
THE CAPPADOCIAN: Whence comes he?
FIRST SOLDIER: From the desert, where he fed on locusts and wild honey. He was clothed in camel's hair, and round his loins he had a leathern belt. He was very terrible to look upon. A great multitude used to follow him. He even had disciples.