The wild boar and the many-branching stag,
Horse-killing panthers hidden by the brook,
The spotted death among the yellow flag,
All these with their bright spears these women took.
All these, and men, for even to be seen
By men, these hunter-women thought unclean.
So no man saw them save a glimpse afar.
Of panther-skins flung back, and swift feet flying,
And the red stag brought low to the fierce Ha!
Of women’s spear-thrusts driven in the dying.
They ruled the crags like wolves, they kept their pride
Savage and sovereign like the snow on Ide.
SECOND ACT
Micaiah.
Madam, the soldiers have brought the farmer, Naboth; they have him in the guard-room, waiting for your orders.
Jezebel.
Were you set upon as you brought him through the city?
Micaiah.
No, Madam, but a crowd followed, which is now at the palace gates.