A King's Daughter: A Tragedy in Verse
I have not murdered Naboth, nor do know
That he is dead, nor how, nor why. Explain. 

PROPHET. 
You damned him to be stoned for blasphemy. 

AHAB. 
I, do you say? 

PROPHET. 
Yes, you; or if not you,
Your bloody-hearted hirelings and the priests. 

AHAB. 
The priests alone can judge of blasphemy.
Which do you call my hirelings? 

PROPHET. 
The accursed
Idolaters who follow on your Queen.

_Enter_ JEZEBEL. 
JEZEBEL. I am the Queen. Where is the man who dares
Call those who follow me accurst? 

PROPHET. 
Here, devil.
Here is the man who dares call you and them
Accurst as murderers of Naboth dead. 

AHAB. 
You say that priests condemned him for blaspheming. 

PROPHET. 
You stirred the priests to prosecuting him. 

AHAB. 
No, not in any way soever, Prophet. 

PROPHET. 

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