Mother!
Jezebel.
My child! My dear!
Ahaziah.
Listen. I cannot say it all. The flowers
Speak truth. You all are coming.
Jezebel.
Then, beloved,
We shall soon meet again, and part no more.
Ahaziah.
Mother, I struggle back to tell you this:
It is most hard to come, most hard to speak.
You must with all your power strive to cut
These nets.
Jezebel.