What hast thou To bring against all these?
JUDAS.
The power of God, Whose breath shall scatter your white tents abroad, As flakes of snow.
NICANOR.
Your Mighty One in heaven Will not do battle on the Seventh Day; It is his day of rest.
JUDAS.
Silence, blasphemer.
Go to thy tents.
NICANOR.
Shall it be war or peace?
JUDAS.
War, war, and only war.

Go to thy tents That shall be scattered, as by you were scattered The torn and trampled pages of the Law, Blown through the windy streets.
NICANOR.
Farewell, brave foe! JUDAS.
Ho, there, my captains! Have safe-conduct given Unto Nicanor's herald through the camp, And come yourselves to me .-- Farewell, Nicanor! SCENE IV.

-- JUDAS MACCABAEUS; CAPTAINS AND SOLDIERS.
JUDAS.
The hour is come.

Gather the host together For battle.

Lo, with trumpets and with songs The army of Nicanor comes against us.
Go forth to meet them, praying in your hearts, And fighting with your hands.
CAPTAINS.
Look forth and see! The morning sun is shining on their shields Of gold and brass; the mountains glisten with them, And shine like lamps.