[She lays her hand on his arm. He draws back.]
NAAMAN:
O touch me not! Thou shall not share my doom.
RUAHMAH:
Entreat me not to go. I will obey
In all but this; but rob me not of this,--
The only boon that makes life worth the living,--
To walk beside thee day by day, and keep
Thy foot from stumbling; to prepare thy food
When thou art hungry, music for thy rest,