Judith (springing to her feet impatiently). 0
    for a feast, pomegranate wine and song!
  Leah. Oh! Oh!
  Zilla.       A feast indeed! the men in camp!
When was a laugh or any leaping here
Never; and none to charm with timbreling!

                          [She goes to the porch.

  Leah. What shall we do
  Judith.               I'll dance.
  Zilla.                       Until you're dead.
  Judith. Or till a youth wed Zilla for her beauty
I'll not soil mine with sullen fear all day
Because these Philistines press round. As well
Be wenches gathering grapes or wool!     Come,
    Leah.
                         [She prepares to dance.

  Leah. No, Judith, I'll put henna on my nails,

                                     [Sits down.
And mend my anklet.
  Zilla (at the curtains). Oh! Oh! Oh!



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