Glory to our noble
captain!
THIRD CITIZEN:
No, he is killed. I had it from one of the camp-followers who
saw him fall at the head of the battle. They are bringing
his body to bury it with honour. O sorrowful victory!
RAKHAZ:
Peace, my good fellows, you are ignorant, you have not been
rightly informed, I will misinform you. The accounts of
Naaman's death are overdrawn. He was killed, but his life
has been preserved. One of his wounds was mortal, but the
other three were curable, and by these the physicians have
saved him.
SHUMAKIM: [Balancing himself before RAKHAZ in pretended admiration.]
O wonderful! Most admirable logic! One mortal, and three
curable, therefore he must recover as it were, by three
to one. Rakhaz, do you know that you are a marvelous man?
RAKHAZ:
Yes, I know it, but I make no boast of my knowledge.
SHUMAKIM:
Too modest, for in knowing this you know more than any other
in Damascus!
[Enter, from the right, SABALLIDIN in armour: from
the left, TSARPI with her attendants, among whom
is RUAHMAH.
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