Ahab.
Wait yet, O Prophet; though my heart is sick
At having trusted in my enemies,
And been ill-paid, I will ask help from God;
Counsel and help in any act of justice.
Go, gather me the prophets, let them seek
Illumination, then bring word to me
Whether the spirit do approve a war.
I will go seek for guidance, though my heart
Seeks less for guidance now than for release.
Jehu.
Lord, all true hearts commiserate your grief.
Ahab.
Thank you, good Jehu.
[Exit Ahab.
Zakkur.
Well, he took the story.
Jehu.