_Judith_.
And this beast is thine enemy, God!
_Another Citizen_.
Nor beast,
Nor man, but one of those lascivious gods
Our lonely God detests, Chemosh or Baal
Or Peor who goes whoring among women.
_Another_.
And now come down braving in God's own land,
Pitching the glory of his fearful heaven
All night among God's hills.
_Judith_.
You fools, he is
A life our God could snap as a woman snaps
Thread of her sewing.
_A Citizen_.
Who shall break him off,
Who on the earth, from his huge twisted power?
_Another_.
For in his brain, as in a burning-glass
Wide glow of sun drawn to a pin of fire,
Are gathered into incredible fierceness all
The rays of the dark heat of heathen strength.
_Another_.
His eyes, they say, can kill a man.
_Another_.
And sure
No murder could approach his naming nights.
_Another_.
Unless it came as a woman at whose beauty
His lust hath never sipt; for into his flesh
To drink unknown desirable limbs as wine
Torments him still, like a thirst when fever pours
A man's life out in drenching sweats.
_Judith_.
Peace, peace;
The siege hath given you shameless tongues, and minds
No more your own: yea, the foul Ninevite
Hath mastered you already, for your thoughts
Dwell in his wickedness and marvel at it.
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