Gods save us, he is mad, or over-wrought
Up to the point of madness; now, indeed,
We have been conquered, for we have no King
Save one distraught with trouble. How am I
To help in this?
So ends my queenship with him. It is well
That I have called Prince Ahaziah home.
But, till he come, I govern, I am King,
And one act of a King must now be done:
This rebels’ feast to Naboth must be stopped.
(She claps her hands for Micaiah, who enters.)
Micaiah, is there dust upon the road
To show the Prince’s coming?
Micaiah.
Not yet, Madam.
Jezebel.
How soon can he be here?
Micaiah.
Within two hours.
Unless he halt for noontide by the Springs.
He might be here much sooner. Say, one hour.
Jezebel.