A VOICE. Cohort. Salute.
PILATE. Leave torches at the door. Dismiss.
[SERVANTS _go._
He comes
Welcomed by everyone; the city hums
With joy when Herod passes. Ah, not thus
Do I go through the town. They welcome us
With looks of hate, with mutterings, curses, stones.
_Enter_ PROCULA.
Come, stand with me. Welcome Lord Herod here.
Welcome must make amends for barrack cheer.