Have pity!
CHABRIS. The draught has revived me. So Merari married and had a
daughter. What manner of woman is she?
OZIAS. She is the widow of Manasses, who died of the heat in the barley
harvest. And she is childless. And she is very rich; for Manasses left
her gold and silver and menservants and maid-servants and cattle and
lands. And she has remained a widow in her house three years and four
months, and never has she come forth. And there is none to give her an
ill word, for she fears the Lord greatly.
CHABRIS. Yes. But what _manner_ of woman is she?
OZIAS. She is beautiful to behold.
CHABRIS (_to himself_). Oh! _That_ manner of woman!
OZIAS. And she has fasted all the days of her widowhood, except the eves
of the Sabbaths and the Sabbaths, and the eves of the new moons and the
new moons, and the feasts and solemn days of the House of Israel.
CHABRIS. You are most deeply versed in her life. Is she exceeding
beautiful?
OZIAS. She is exceeding beautiful.
CHABRIS. Then it was she who _peeped_ (_with a peculiar emphasis on the
word_) from the tent a moment since.
OZIAS. Old man, you have eyes.
CHABRIS.
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