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Portrait of Arnold Bennett Arnold Bennett Judith, a Play in Three Acts; Founded on the Apocryphal Book of Judith

HOLOFERNES. Ah! They will sin? In what will they sin?
JUDITH. Death is fallen upon them, and they will provoke their God to anger, for their water is scant, and they faint in their thirst; and they will drink the holy wine which was sanctified and reserved for the priests who serve before the face of our God: which thing is not lawful for any of the people so much as to touch with their hands.
HOLOFERNES. What has all this to do with me? There is no god but Nebuchadnezzar.
JUDITH. It touches my lord and governor, because, knowing all this, I am fled from Bethulia, which shall be accurst
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Portrait of Arnold Bennett Arnold Bennett Judith, a Play in Three Acts; Founded on the Apocryphal Book of Judith

OZIAS. Has none told you?
CHABRIS. I see nobody but my daughter's granddaughter, and her I forbid to speak to me, because being a woman she has the tongue of a woman, and a woman's tongue is unfavourable to meditation. How should I be told?
OZIAS. I am the governor of this great city of Bethulia.
CHABRIS. You are responsible for this city?
OZIAS. I am.
CHABRIS. Now I understand my misfortune. And the truth was in me when I said to your mother as she lay dying: Better it is to die without children than to have them that are ungodly.
OZIAS. Oh! How comely a thing is the judgment of grey hairs!
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Portrait of Arnold Bennett Arnold Bennett Judith, a Play in Three Acts; Founded on the Apocryphal Book of Judith

For no woman speaks to the illustrious Prince until she has spoken to me.
JUDITH. It cannot be so.
BAGOAS (persuasively) . In my ear, privily. Approach.
JUDITH. It cannot be so.
BAGOAS. What mean you—it cannot be so?
JUDITH. I will utter my errand to the illustrious Prince Holofernes alone.
BAGOAS (losing his self-control; angrily) . What? Thou queasy chit! Thou minx! Thou jade! Baggage! Mopsy! Shamelesss wench! Thou wilt not obey Bagoas, chief eunuch in the camps of the Assyrians! I will make thee the slave of my slave and the plaything of scullions.
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