Prophet.
Killed by your treachery, that made the peace
With Syria, against God’s ordinance.
Jehu.
Nothing that has been done by Syria
Against this land can rank beside this deed;
The loss of such a Prince by such a crime
Will rouse this country, lord. You will keep peace
By your great policy, but through your people
A mighty cry for vengeance will arise.
Ahab.
And not unheeded, Jehu. Listen, all.
This was his sword. He was to be the King
After my death, fulfilling all my dreams.
See, you, and you, and you, I take the sword
And draw it out and swear upon its hilt
To take a vengeance on the murderers
Who brought him to his death.
Jehu.
Well sworn, O King;
Prophet.
Surely the Spirit of God is working in you!