HAGGITH. Women of the Prince's tents?
INGUR. Ay! Wives! Concubines! Virgins! Beyond counting. Didst thou think
in thy Hebrew pride, that the Prince was a savage and a barbarian?...
Down, damsel! Here is Bagoas. Embrace the earth for thy life's sake.
(Haggith _obeys_.)
_Enter_ Bagoas, _with attendants, L_.
(Ingur _salutes him with extreme deference_.)
BAGOAS. Who art thou?
INGUR. Ingur, mightiness, commanding twenty footmen.
BAGOAS. Begone from my sight. This morning the Prince condescends to
walk through the camp, that all the armies may take joy in his
countenance. It is not meet that he should be seen of any lower than a
lieutenant.
INGUR (_indicating_ Haggith). Mightiness, a woman of the Hebrews escaped
from Bethulia to find water! And by my subtlety I have captured her.
BAGOAS. A woman of the Hebrews! (_Surveying_ Haggith.) Rise, scum, and
let me behold thy deformity. (Haggith _obeys_.)
INGUR. And there is another yet to appear,--her mistress, seven times
fairer.
BAGOAS. Her mistress may be seven times fairer than this eyesore, and
yet ugly. (_To_ Haggith.) Who is thy mistress?
HAGGITH.
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