Go, find the cursed hag
And bury up her carrion in the earth,
For after all she was a King’s daughter.
[Exit Pharmas.
Jehu (sings).
Oh, out in the desert my bow and my spear
Shall win me whatever I need,
Another man’s tent, and another man’s gear,
And another man’s....
Fill me more wine. Go to the window yonder.
Halt. As you were. I’ll go myself. You, fellow.
You fellow, there. Is the Queen’s body there?
What does he say?
Ashobal.
He says that the wild dogs have torn the body.
Jehu.
Good enough end and fitting burial for her.
Now I have sacrifice to do to Baal.
By God, a lusty sacrifice! By God,
These damned idolaters shall learn the truth!
None of your knives on me.
[Goes out.