Naboth.
I’ll have no slave-tilled vineyard.
Jezebel.
Men cannot live without the work of others;
You yourself do not. Did you make that robe,
Those shoes, that pouch? But we are wandering.
Let me, the Queen, make offer for your vineyards.
I offer the King’s vineyards as before,
And with them, the three marrowy olive-groves
Which Shemer planted.
Naboth.
Shemer! And what more?
Micaiah.
What more?
Ashobal.
Good heaven, you surely ask no more?