The House of Rimmon eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 63 pages of information about The House of Rimmon.

The House of Rimmon eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 63 pages of information about The House of Rimmon.

NAAMAN: 
        Yes, I see!  My child,
  Why do they hate thee so?

RUAHMAH: 
        I do not know,
  Unless because I will not bow to Rimmon.

NAAMAN: 
  Thou needest not.  I fear he is a god
  Who pities not his people, will not save. 
  My heart is sick with doubt of him.  But thou
  Shalt hold thy faith,—­I care not what it is,—­
  Worship thy god; but keep thy spirit free. 
  Here, take this chain and wear it with my seal,
  None shall molest the maid who carries this. 
  Thou hast found favour in thy master’s eyes;
  Hast thou no other gift to ask of me?

RUAHMAH:  [Earnestly.]
  My lord, I do entreat thee not to go
  To-morrow to the council.  Seek the King
  And speak with him in secret; but avoid
  The audience-hall.

NAAMAN;
        Why, what is this?  Thy wits
  Are wandering.  Why dost thou ask this thing
  Impossible!  My honour is engaged
  To speak for war, to lead in war against
  The Assyrian Bull and save Damascus.

RUAHMAH:  [With confused earnestness.]
  Then, lord, if thou must go, I pray thee speak,—­
  I know not how,—­but so that all must hear. 
  With magic of unanswerable words
  Persuade thy foes.  Yet watch,—­beware,—­

NAAMAN: 
        Of what?

RUAHMAH:  [Turning aside.]
  I am entangled in my speech,—­no light,—­
  How shall I tell him?  He will not believe. 
  O my dear lord, thine enemies are they
  Of thine own house.  I pray thee to beware,—­
  Beware,—­of Rimmon!

NAAMAN: 
  Child, thy words are wild;
  Thy troubles have bewildered all thy brain. 
  Go, now, and fret no more; but sleep, and dream
  Of Israel!  For thou shall see thy home
  Among the hills again.

RUAHMAH: 
        Master, good-night,
  And may thy slumber be as sweet and deep
  As if thou camped at snowy Hermon’s foot,
  Amid the music of his waterfalls
  And watched by winged sentries of the sky. 
  There friendly oak-trees bend their boughs above
  The weary head, pillowed on earth’s kind breast,
  And unpolluted breezes lightly breathe
  A song of sleep among the murmuring leaves. 
  There the big stars draw nearer, and the sun
  Looks forth serene, undimmed by city’s mirk
  Or smoke of idol-temples, to behold
  The waking wonder of the wide-spread world,
  And life renews itself with every morn
  In purest joy of living.  May the Lord
  Deliver thee, dear master, from the nets
  Laid for thy feet, and lead thee out, along
  The open path, beneath the open sky! 
  Thou shall be followed always by the heart
  Of one poor captive maid who prays for thee.

[Exit RUAHMAH:  NAAMAN stands looking after her.]

SCENE II.

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