[NAAMAN turns; they stand looking each other in the face.]
Yea,--thou art cleansed: Rimmon hath pardoned thee,--
In answer to the daily prayers of her
Whom he restores to thine embrace,--thy wife.
[TSARPI comes slowly toward NAAMAN.]
NAAMAN:
From him who rules this House will I receive
Nothing! I seek no pardon from his priest,
No wife of mine among his votaries!
TSARPI: [Holding out her hands.]