I thank you. Will you bring the man, Micaiah?
Enter Micaiah, with Naboth, crowned as for a feast.
Micaiah.
Madam, your servant waits for your commands.
Jezebel.
Thank you, Micaiah. Keep in presence here.
You are that Naboth of the South-west Precinct?
(Naboth nods.)
Our calling of you here may come untimely.
You are at feast, or going to a feast?
Naboth.
I’m here; you’ve caught me; do the worst you can,
But do not mock me.