Yes, as I knew he would. The score’s one each.
He has won Naboth, I have Ahaziah.
Prophet.
Was not the story true?
Jehu.
The Prince is dead,
So much is true; and in an hour from now
We can be marching hence with Ahab’s self,
If all your prophets will but prophesy.
I want him killed in war, outside the city.
Go, bid the prophets prophesy for war.
[Exit Prophet, with Zakkur.
Jehu.
So, Ahaziah, you were rude to me.
Princes should not be rude to rising men,
For men may rise. You will be rude no more.
I have been rude to you, my Ahaziah.
I kicked the lips that once were rude to me.
My foot is on your heart’s blood, Ahaziah.
Curtain.