Ye barking dogs and mewing cats! Out, all!
Poor child, what have they done to thee?
[Exeunt all except RUAHMAH, who stands with her face covered by her hands. NAAMAN comes to her, laying his hand on her shoulder.]
RUAHMAH: [Looking up in his face.]
Nothing,
My lord and master! They have harmed me not.
NAAMAN: [Touching her arm.]
Dost call this nothing?
RUAHMAH:
Since my lord is come.