There is a hope for thee. The captive maid
Of Israel who dwelt within thy house
Knew of a god very compassionate,
Long-suffering, slow to anger, one who heals
The sick, hath pity on the fatherless,
And saves the poor and him who has no helper.
His prophet dwells nigh to Samaria;
And I have heard that he hath brought the dead
To life again. We'll go to him. The King,
If I beseech him, will appoint a guard
Of thine own soldiers and Saballidin,
Thy friend, to convoy us upon our journey.
He'll give us royal letters to the king
Of Israel to make our welcome sure;
And we will take the open road, beneath
The open sky, to-morrow, and go on
Together till we find the door of hope.
Come, come with me!

[_She grasps his hand._]

NAAMAN: [_Drawing back._]
Thou must not touch me!

RUAHMAH: [_Unclasping her girdle and putting the end in hand._]
Take my girdle, then!

NAAMAN: [_Kissing the clasp of the girdle._]
I do begin to think there is a God,
Since love on earth can work such miracles!