Thou goest not with the people?
JUDITH (_to_ Achior). Stay, I pray you, Achior.
OZIAS (_to_ Judith, _with growing excitement_). I wish to speak privily
with the lady Judith, _now_!
JUDITH. Let us speak here.
OZIAS. Shall we not go into your house, you and I?
JUDITH. My house is not ready to receive you, Ozias.
OZIAS. Let it be so. But before Achior I will not speak.
JUDITH. Achior, go into my house, and do honour to my dwelling, and
repose in it.
ACHIOR. Gladly, O lady! (_Exit into the house_.)
JUDITH. What is the urgency that oppresses you, Ozias, and why are you
troubled in the hour of triumph?
OZIAS (_losing control of himself_). Who is the heathen Achior that you
should prefer him and make your mouth sweet to him?
JUDITH. Leave Achior, and let us come at once to the matter that
presses.
OZIAS. Oh! I will not speak smoothly for a pretence! Thou knowest that
my jealousy smokes against Achior. Yea, and against Holofernes also.
JUDITH. But Holofernes is dead.
OZIAS. Before he went down to his place, didst thou not sin with him?
JUDITH. As the Lord liveth, my countenance deceived him to his
destruction, yet did he not shame me.
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