He comes to the top of the steps
and stands for a moment, astonished and angry.]
NAAMAN:
Silence! What drunken rout is this? Begone,
Ye barking dogs and mewing cats! Out, all!
Poor child, what have they done to thee?
[Exeunt all except RUAHMAH, who stands with her
face covered by her hands. NAAMAN comes to her,
laying his hand on her shoulder.]
RUAHMAH: [Looking up in his face.]
Nothing,
My lord and master! They have harmed me not.
NAAMAN: [Touching her arm.]
Dost call this nothing?
RUAHMAH:
Since my lord is come!
NAAMAN:
I do not know thy face,--who art thou, child?
RUAHMAH:
The handmaid of thy wife.
NAAMAN:
Whence comest thou?
Thy voice is like thy mistress, but thy looks
Have something foreign. Tell thy name, thy land.
RUAHMAH:
Ruahmah is my name, a captive maid,
The daughter of a prince in Israel,
Where once, in olden days, I saw my lord
Ride through our highlands, when Samaria
Was allied with Damascus to defeat
Our common foe.
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