Death.
Jezebel.
What?
The Voice.
Death.
Jezebel.
Whose death? Mine? Or your father’s? Or the kingdom’s?
My son’s soul was within this room and speaking.
O speak again, say something, give me proof
That you are linked still by dear love to me. Hark! Hush!
No. There was no voice speaking; nor will be.
Ahaziah appears.
My boy! My son!
Ahaziah.