Leah. What shall we do?
Judith. I'll dance.
Zilla. Until you're dead.
Judith. Or till a youth wed Zilla for her beauty?
I'll not soil mine with sullen fear all day
Because these Philistines press round. As well
Be wenches gathering grapes or wool! Come, Leah.
(She prepares to dance.)
Leah. No, Judith, I'll put henna on my nails,
(Sits down.)
And mend my anklet.
Zilla (at the curtains). Oh! Oh! Oh!
Judith. Now, hear her!
Who, who, now? who, who is it? dog, fox, devil?