Jezebel.
I do not think you would, good sir;
Yet, if a war should follow and a siege
Threaten again, your vineyard would be taken
Maugre your will, and walled in spite of you
By public means; and you would lose it, so.
Naboth.
I would not lose it. It would still be mine.
Jezebel.
I cannot well see how; but let that be.
I ask you now to be content to treat
For this your plot. May we proceed in this?
Naboth.
Dismiss your gang of killers here, these three
Lying in wait upon a poor man’s words.
Jezebel.
These are no killers, but my palace servants.
We are in treaty for exchange of land,
Or hope to be, and civil law prescribes
That sales of land be bargained before witness.