Enter Micaiah.
Micaiah.
Way for their Majesties! It is commanded
That all avoid. Way for their Majesties!
Avoid the room, Ashobal, for the King.
[Exit Ashobal.
Enter Ahab.
Ahab.
Micaiah, put my staff into my hands.
Go, now, desire the Queen to give me audience.
[Exit Micaiah.
Thus does the climber on a pinnacle.
He stands exhausted on the peak and feels
Nothing beneath him but the mist of cloud
Hiding the precipice. I have my foothold;
Around me, the sheer fall into the pit.
Enter Jezebel.