[_They push her toward the fountain, laughing and shouting. In the
open door of the palace NAAMAN appears, dressed in blue and silver,
bareheaded and unarmed. He comes to the top of the steps and stands
for a moment, astonished and angry._]

NAAMAN:
Silence! What drunken rout is this? Begone,
Ye barking dogs and mewing cats! Out, all!
Poor child, what have they done to thee?

[_Exeunt all except RUAHMAH, who stands with her face covered by her
hands. NAAMAN comes to her, laying his hand on her shoulder._]

RUAHMAH: [_Looking up in his face._]
Nothing,
My lord and master! They have harmed me not.

NAAMAN: [_Touching her arm._]
Dost call this nothing?

RUAHMAH:
Since my lord is come.

NAAMAN:
I do not know thy face,--who art thou, child?

RUAHMAH:
The handmaid of thy wife. These three years past
I have attended her.