Contains all the Aubrey Beardsley drawings and is the English translation undertaken by Lord Alfred Douglas of Wilde's most brilliant tale of passion, which was originally written in French to avoid (unsuccessfully) Victorian censorship. Salome is a simple tale of complex passion. Wilde's heroine bears no resemblance to her biblical origin. His Salome is no mere instrument of Herodias, but a dangerous and passionate young woman whose thwarted affections for John the Baptist lead to a disasterous climax for all persons involved. Wilde's script is a brilliant look at deep-rooted desires and the dangers of obsession. This edition of the play is a must for anyone building their own theatrical library.
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art not listening beating of wings black as thy Capernaum cappadocian captain cometh dance on blood daughter of Babylon daughter of Herodias Daughter of Sodom doves eaten of worms Edom Elias the prophet emerald evil eyes feet give it thee give thee happy hath head of Jokanaan hear heard herod hide ivory King of Cappadocia kingdom kiss thy mouth lepers Let us go little princess Lord loved thee moon Narraboth never page of herodias pale prophet Elias Queen of Arabia raise the dead ridiculous Rome sad to-night Samaria second nazarene second soldier seen silver charger sire sombre look speak Suffer sure sworn an oath terrible thing Tetrarch thine thou art thou didst Thou hast thou not look thou shalt Thou wilt thou wouldst thy body thy hair tigellinus unto voice of jokanaan Wherefore white as thy wife wine young syrian
Page 12 - ... by day. The long black nights, when the moon hides her face, when the stars are afraid, are not so black as thy hair.
Page 11 - Neither the roses of the garden of the Queen of Arabia, the garden of spices of the Queen of Arabia, nor the feet of the dawn when they light on the leaves, nor the breast of the moon when she lies on the breast of the sea. . . . There is nothing in the world so white as thy body. Suffer me to touch thy body.
Page 12 - It is redder than the feet of the doves who inhabit 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.
Page 1 - One might 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. One might fancy she was dancing.
Page 9 - Bid her rise up from the bed of her abominations, from the bed of her incestuousness, that she may hear the words of him who prepareth the way of the Lord, that she may repent her of her iniquities. Though she will never repent, but will stick fast in her abominations; bid her come, for the fan of the Lord is in His hand.
Page 10 - THE YOUNG SYRIAN Do not stay here, Princess, I beseech you. SALOME It is his eyes above all that are terrible. They are like black holes burned by torches in a tapestry of Tyre. They are like the black caverns of Egypt in which the dragons make their lairs. They are like black lakes troubled by fantastic moons.
Page 9 - JOKANAAN. Where is he whose cup of abominations is now full? Where is he, who in a robe of silver shall one day die in the face of all the people?
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