A better kind of life than you have made
For poor folk.
Jezebel.
Ah! fine words; but ten years hence,
Nay, two years, one year, hence, you will remember
My queenship as a dream, a golden dream.
Rose-Flower.
O Madam, take the keys; do not delay.
Moon-Blossom.
The men outside are beating at the gate.
Rose-Flower.
Look, Madam, they have scrambled from the bushes
And beat upon the bars.
Hamutal.