HADIDJA
The joyous need him not. The suffering will find their way to him.
MIRIAM
Look, Hadidja! There is the glow of fire yonder above Jerusalem. The Romans are burning down our houses, and yet we tarry here!
HADIDJA
What! Dost thou not know that is the great altar on which, day and night, the priests offer up a tenth part of the sweat of our brows?
MIRIAM
[In horrified amazement.] And would he let the great altar fall too?
HADIDJA
I know not. But what he willeth is best. See--who is coming?