[Exit Ahab.
Jehu.
Right, my good Lord. Yes, you shall be disguised;
But this bright bird within the quiver here
Will pierce through your disguise before to-night,
And you shall feed the wolf-hounds, never fear;
So shall your Queen, with royal flesh and raw.
(He puts on the King’s purple,)
Oh, out in the desert, my spear and my bow.
Will win me whatever I need;
The wine and the oil that another did grow
And the horse that another did breed.
So away for the desert....
Ay, I have trotted in your bodyguard
Too long, by God!
Curtain.
SEVENTH CHORUS
Rose-Flower.
Queen Helen left those women of the wood,
She clambered from her horse and stood again
Even on the very hill where Troy had stood,
Where tamarisk shrubs and broom-sprigs and wild grain
Sprouted from bronze and rib-bones of men slain.