Salome Page #2

the mighty Caesar.

Proceed.

"To Caesar Tiberius,

most generous of emperors,

I humbly solicit

your imperial permission

to marry

the Princess Salome

of Galilee. I cast myself

on your royal forbearance,

and ask that you grant

a special dispensation..."

Scrivener.

To Senator Marcellus Fabius,

my beloved nephew,

in answer to your petition

that you be permitted

to marry the Princess Salome...

Marcellus, why do the gods

favour you above all men?

To present you with so divine

a gift as Salome?

What does he say,

Marcellus? Tell me.

"Remember the law,

learned senator. A Roman may

marry only a Roman.

And I need not tell you

the Princess Salome

is held in ill repute."

III repute?

Because I enjoyed life here?

I knew I should not

have petitioned Caesar.

It has only made

everything worse.

If you love me,

you will not let him

stop us.

You know I want you

with me always.

But not enough

to disobey Caesar.

Why are you so afraid,

Marcellus? What can he do?

Take away your possessions?

If so, let him.

He can do worse than that.

He can deprive me of my...

Of your precious Roman rights.

They mean more to you than I do.

I'm only being practical, Salome.

I could not ask you to marry me

if I had no more status than a slave.

I would join you as a slave.

But as a Roman, l...

Salome, wait.

This is for you.

"From Emperor Caesar Tiberius

to Princess Salome of Galilee,

you have incurred

our imperial displeasure

by presuming to exceed

your status as...

As a barbarian."

"You have tried our hospitality

beyond our patience.

Know therefore you are

banished from Rome."

Banished?

"You will sail on a galley

leaving tomorrow night.

You will be given safe escort

home to Galilee."

But... But I have lived in Rome

since I was a child.

Everything that means

home is...

Is here.

I know.

So I...

I am banished from Rome.

To make certain that Caesar's

nephew marries a Roman,

not a barbarian.

Please, it is difficult enough.

Is it, Marcellus?

How difficult

if you could let me go

so easily?

There will come a time

when my word will be law.

Then.

Then the princess of Galilee

will reject your petition.

Please.

Do not touch me.

I am a barbarian.

Do not defile your hands.

My noble Roman.

With a heart of pure marble.

You all come out of

the same quarry.

Make way for

His Excellency Pontius Pilate.

Make way. Make way.

Claudius.

Under your command again, sir.

I thought you were stationed

in Galilee.

I was in Rome on leave, sir.

Happy to have you

with me again, commander.

Like old times in Britain, huh?

Any more wounds since then?

No, not one, sir.

You will find your new post

quite different.

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