There 's no one here ; the garden is asleep . : The stars are sentinels discreet and mute : How many things they know and never tell ! : Mistress , have no concern ; for when we hear The clatter of his horse along the street , We 'll run this way and lead your dancers down With song and laughter ,— you shall know in time . Yes , dancing is the cure for homesickness . We 'll make her dance . Then sing for us ,— a song of Israel ! All is ready for the rites of worship ; our lady will play a great part in them . She has put on her Tyrian robes , and all her ornaments . A favourite of Rimmon , too ! The High Priest has assured her of it . He is a great man ,— next to the King , now that Naaman is gone . How can he come back ? The Hebrew slave that went away with him , when they caught her , said that he was dead . The High Priest has shut her up in the prison of the temple , accusing her of her master 's death . What , then ? Hush ! here comes the fool Shumakim . He is never sober . About the lady Tsarpi , fool , and what she would do if her husband returned . You must have heard that he went away to Samaria to look for healing . Some say that he died on the journey ; but others say he has been cured , and is on his way home to his wife . You are a wicked old man . You mock the god . He will punish you .