- Title Card: The drama opens, revealing Salomé who yet remains an uncontaminated blossom in the wilderness of evil. Though still innocent, Salomé is a true daughter of her day, heiress to its passions and its cruelties. She kills the thing she loves; she loves the thing she kills.
- Salome, stepdaughter of Herod: I will kiss thy mouth, Jokanaan! I will kiss thy mouth, Jokanaan. I WILL KISS THY MOUTH!
- Salome, stepdaughter of Herod: I have kissed thy mouth, Jokanaan - - Love hath a bitter taste - - But what matter? - What matter?
- Opening Title Card: Profound was the moral darkness that enveloped the World on which the Star of Bethlehem arose.
- Title Card: To the Court of Herod, Tetrarch of Judea, were attracted representatives of every nation. Rome, rotting within, though still trampling the World; Greece, senile and conquered; Egypt, wrapped like its own mummies in the vestments of the Past - all sent their emissaries.
- Title Card: In a chaos of crime and wickedness, Herod ruled Judea but was himself ruled by Passion. He had murdered his brother, usurped his throne, he had stolen his wife, Herodias, and now covets his brother's daughter, Salomé.
- Salome, stepdaughter of Herod: Thou wilt do this thing for me, Narraboth! Look at me - it may be I will smile at thee!
- Salome, stepdaughter of Herod: Thy mouth, Jokanaan, is like a band of scarlet on a tower of ivory! The red blasts of trumpets are not so red as thy mouth! Suffer me to kiss thy mouth, Jokanaan.
- Jokaanan, the Prophet: Never! Daughter of Herodias! Never!
- Herod, Tetrarch of Judea: Salomé, Salomé, dance for me! And thou mayest ask of me what thou wilt even unto the half of my kingdom.
- Jokaanan, the Prophet: Ah, the wanton one! Let the captains of the hosts pierce her with their swords!
- Jokaanan, the Prophet: It is thus that I will wipe out all wickedness from the earth and that all women shall learn not to imitate her abominations!
- Herodias - wife of Herod: My daughter and I come of a royal race. As for thee, thy father was a camel driver! He was a thief and a robber to boot!
- Jokaanan, the Prophet: Where is she who gave herself up unto the lust of her eyes? Go, bid her come, that she may repent her of her iniquities!