I told you plainly of the need of action.
One of us rulers had to play the King
And check this rebel. Since you did not, I did.
And he is checked for ever, and his friends
Daunted: so daunted that you have the chance
Now to take hold and be indeed the King,
And rule according to your royal will,
Not as the frenzy of a rebel bids. 

AHAB. 
This thing that you have done has ruined all
The little chance I had of governing.
You bring me to the pitch of having to choose
Between your fancies and the people’s will.
Perhaps it is too late to remedy
The evil that must follow from your folly.
Naboth is dead: this prophet shows our future;
If there be any future left for us.
Do not now answer me; I must debate this
Within myself. You may have ruined me,
But that or no, you have been mad, by Heaven. 

[_Exit_ AHAB.JEZEBEL.
How blest to be a prophet, who forever
Does but condemn another man’s endeavour.
How blest, not to decide, nor be, nor do,
But help the many to condemn the few.

_Enter_ JORAM.

JORAM.
Joram, my son, do you come to comfort your mother?

JEZEBEL.
No, mother, I do not. I come to look for my father.

JORAM.
If you are looking for the King, this is the King.

JEZEBEL.

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