Ahab
Not for an hour since has she known happiness. She sat ever in silence, or stood at the door like one awaiting a guest. When he failed to return, her mind gradually became confused.
Why then comes he not, the reprobate, that he may restore her to health? He tramps the streets spewing curses among the people, while his mother is dying for lack of him. Why comes he not, chatterer in the market, slayer of peace?
Ahab
He knows naught of her longing. No less proud is he than she, and he will never cross the threshold until he is summoned.
Jochebed
Summon him then.
Ahab
How dare I without her command? I am but a servingman. How can I act upon words which she mutters unwitting?