Hisham:
[From afar, Delilah observes her home going up in flames]
Turn away, little mistress. Don't look anymore. All you have in the world is ashes and death.
Delilah:
[turns around and sobs]
Samson lives.
Hisham:
May his flesh rot from his bones.
Delilah:
Be still, old fool. If it takes all my life, I'll make him curse the day he was born.
Hisham:
He called you a fork-tongued adder.
Delilah:
He's going to feel its sting.
Hisham:
[holds Delilah's hand]
What strength can these hands have against him?
Delilah:
Perhaps greater than a lion's and softer than a dove's. I'll find strength, Hisham. Strength to destroy him!
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