Zilla. All!
Judith. Then 'tis Ishui! (Bounding to curtains.) Yes, Ishui!
And fury in him, sallow, souring fury!
A jackal were his mate! Come, come, we'll plague him.
Zilla. Shall we—with David whom he hates?
Judith. Aie, David!
The joy of rousing men to jealousy!
Leah. Why hates he David, Zilla?
Zilla. Stupid Leah!
Judith. Hush, hush, be meet and ready now; he's near.
Look as for silly visions and for dreams!
(They pose. Ishui entering sees them. Judith sighs.)
Ishui. Now, timbrel-gaud, why gape you here?