Come, eagle spirits, that do drink man’s blood,
Hurry on smeared wings hither to your food:
I, who am Prophet, give you King and Queen.

_Enter_ ASHOBAL. 
ASHOBAL. What are you raging for? Be silent, Prophet,
The King is coming hither. 

PROPHET. 
Tell him this:
“I am the herald of a mightier King,
Who bids me stand before this palace door
And cry a curse on Ahab and his wife.
Ahab, the dog, Ahab, the murderer,
And Jezebel the harlot murderess.”

_Enter_ AHAB. 
AHAB. So! Hast thou found me, O mine enemy? 

PROPHET. 
Yes, I have found thee, and before I lose thee
Will speak one word. What hast thou done, thou devil,
On Naboth, that most upright man of God! 

AHAB. 
An upright man is in God’s hands, O Prophet. 

PROPHET. 
True, he is in God’s hands. Who sent him there? 

AHAB. 
I know not, Prophet, but if he be there,
He will be much at peace. 

PROPHET. 
You fiend of hell!
You, who hath murdered Naboth, to exult
Over his corpse, still bleeding as it is. 

AHAB. 

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