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Look at the air above thee; is there sign
Of mercy in that naked splendour of fire?
Look at the air above thee; is there sign
Of mercy in that naked splendour of fire?
Lascelles Abercrombie - Emblems of Love
Hold him there.
[JUDITH _comes down into the street_.
_Ozias_.
Judith, I came to speak with thee.
_Judith_.
And I
Would speak with thee. What tale is this they tell
That thou hast sworn to give this people death?
_Ozias_.
In five days those among us who still live
Will have no souls but the fierce anguish of thirst.
If God ere then relieves us, well. If not,
We give ourselves away from God to death.
_Judith_.
Darest thou do this wickedness, and set
Conditions to the mercy of our God?
_Ozias_.
Death hath a mercy equal unto God's.
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Look at the air above thee; is there sign
Of mercy in that naked splendour of fire?
Too Godlike! We are his: he covers us
With golden flame of air and firmament
Of white-hot gold, marvellous to see.
But whom, what heathen land hated of God,
Do his grey clouds shadow with comfort of rain?
Over our chosen heads his glory glows:
And in five days the torment in his city
Will be beyond imagining. We will go
Through swords into the quiet and cloud of death.
_Judith_.
Ozias, wilt thou be an infamy?
Bethulia fallen, all Judea lies
Open to the feet and hoofs of Assyria.
_Ozias_.
Yea, and what doth Judea but cower down
Behind us? There's no rescue comes from there.
We are alone with Holofernes' power.
_Judith_.
But if we hold him off, will he not grant
The meed of a brave fight, captivity? --
Or we may treat with him, make terms for yielding.