We think she must be beautiful, although
She is so stubborn with that veil of hers.
Guard 2.
We minded my lord's word, that he be shewn
All the seized women which are strangely fair.
Holofernes. Take off thy veil.
Judith.
I will not.
Holofernes.
Take thy veil
From off thy face, Jewess, or thou straight goest
To entertain my soldiers.
Judith.
I will not.
Holofernes. Am I to tear it, then?
Judith.
My lord, thou durst not.
Holofernes.
Ha, there is spirit here. I have the whim,
Jewess, almost to believe thee: I dare not!
But tell me who thou art.