ll must hear.
With magic of unanswerable words
Persuade thy foes. Yet watch,--beware,--

NAAMAN:
Of what?

RUAHMAH: [_Turning aside._]
I am entangled in my speech,--no light,--
How shall I tell him? He will not believe.
O my dear lord, thine enemies are they
Of thine own house. I pray thee to beware,--
Beware,--of Rimmon!

NAAMAN:
Child, thy words are wild;
Thy troubles have bewildered all thy brain.
Go, now, and fret no more; but sleep, and dream
Of Israel! For thou shall see thy home
Among the hills again.

RUAHMAH:
Master, good-night,
And may thy slumber be as sweet and deep
As if thou camped at snowy Hermon's foot,
Amid the music of his waterfalls
And watched by winged sentries of the sky.
There friendly oak-trees bend their boughs above
The weary head, pillowed on earth's kind breast,
And unpolluted breezes lightly breathe
A song of sleep among the murmuring leaves.
There the big stars draw nearer, and the sun
Looks forth serene, undimmed by city's mirk
Or smoke of idol-temples, to behold
The waking wonder of the wide-spread world,
And life renews itself with every morn
In purest joy of living. May the Lord
Deliver thee, dear master, from the nets
Laid for thy feet, and lead thee out, along
The open path, beneath the open sky!
Thou shall be followed always by the heart
Of one poor captive maid who prays for thee.

[_Exit RUAHMAH: NAAMAN stands looking after her._]

SCENE II.

TIME: _The following morning._

_The audience-hall in BENHADAD'S palace. The sides of the hall are
lined with lofty columns: the back opens toward the city, with
descending steps: the House of Rimmon with its high tower is seen in
the background. The throne is at the right in front: opposite is the
royal door of entrance, guarded by four tall sentinels. Enter at the
rear between the columns, RAKHAZ, SABALLIDIN, HAZAEL, IZDUBHAR._

IZDUBHAR: [_An excited old man._]
The city is all in a turmoil. It boils like a pot of lentils. The
people are foaming and bubbling round and round like beans in the
pottage.

HAZAEL: [_A lean, crafty man._]
Fear is a hot fire.

RAKHAZ: [_A fat, pompous man._]
Well may they fear, for the Assyrians are not three days distant.
They are blazing along like a waterspout to chop Damascus down like
a pitcher of spilt milk.

SABALLIDIN: [_Young and frank._]
Cannot Naaman drive them ba