Judith. O! 'tis
Prince Ishui!
Zilla. Prince Ishui! Then he
Will tell us! he will tell us!
Leah. Yes!
Judith. Of David!
O, is he come? when, where?—quick, quick. And will
He pluck us ecstasies out of his harp,
Winning until we're wanton for him, mad,
And sigh and laugh and weep to the moon?
Ishui. Low thing!
Chaff of the king!
Judith. The king! I had not thought!
David a king! how beauteous would he be!
Ishui. David?
Judith. Turban of sapphire! robe of gold!
Ishui. A king? o'er Israel?
Judith. Who, who can tell?
Have you not heard? Yesterday in the camp,
Among war-old but fearful men, he offered
Kingly to meet Goliath—great Goliath!