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left you here? RUAHMAH: The leper is no more. REZON: What mean you? RUAHMAH: He has gone to meet his God. REZON: Dead? Dead? Behold how Rimmon's wrath is swift! Damascus shall be mine; I'll terrify The King with this, and make my terms. But no! False maid, you sweet-faced harlot, you have lied To save him,--speak. RUAHMAH: I am not what you say, Nor have I lied, nor will I ever speak A word to you, vile servant of a traitor-god. REZON: Break off this little flute of blasphemy, This ivory neck,--twist it, I say! Give her a swift despatch after her leper! But stay,--if he still lives he'll follow her, And so we may ensnare him. Harm her not! Bind her! Away with her to Rimmon's House! Is all this carrion dead? There's one that moves,-- A spear,--fasten him down! All quiet now? Then back to our Damascus! Rimmon's face Shall be made bright with sacrifice. [Exeunt, forcing RUAHMAH with them. Musical interlude. A wounded soldier crawls from a dark corner of the tent and finds the chain with NAAMAN'S seal, which has fallen to the ground in the struggle.] WOUNDED SOLDIER: The signet of my lord, her amulet! Lost, lost! Ah, noble lady,--let me die With this upon my breast. [The tent is dark. Enter NAAMAN and his company in haste, with torches.] NAAMAN: What bloody work Is here? God, let me live to punish him Who wrought this horror! Treacherously slain At night, by unknown hands, my brave companions: Tsarpi, my best beloved, light of my soul, Put out in darkness! O my broken lamp Of life, where art thou? Nay, I cannot find her. WOUNDED SOLDIER: [Raising himself on his arm.] Master! NAAMAN: [Kneels beside him.] One living? Quick, a torch this way! Lift up his head,--so,--carefully! Courage, my friend, your captain is beside you. Call back your soul and make report to him. WOUNDED SOLDIER: Hail, captain! O my captain,--here! NAAMAN: Be patient,--rest in peace,--the fight is done. Nothing remains but render your account. WOUNDED SOLDIER: They fell upon us suddenly,--we fought Our fiercest,--every man,--our lady fought Fiercer than all. They beat us down,--she's go
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