JEZEBEL.
When the mob comes to sack the palace, there is always some prince to open the door.

JORAM.
If I ever am the King, the Syrians will see.

JEZEBEL.
May it be long before you become King.

JORAM.
Your killing Naboth may make it very long. But I am not here to talk with you but with the King.

JEZEBEL.
As I told you, this is the King, here on the ground.

_Enter_ AHAB.

JORAM.
Save you, O King, I bring a message from the Council.

AHAB.
What is it?

JORAM.
Something that would be better said by Ahaziah than myself.

AHAB.
Let me hear it.

JORAM.
If I did not bring it as a message, it would be my duty as your officer to bring it as a report.

JEZEBEL.
The Council sends word by your son that you, the King, should banish the Queen.

JORAM.
Madam, do not add to the pain of my mission. The Council is composed of manly and godly men, the best of our country, whose wills are worth the weighing. They bid me say, sir, this, that they deplore that such a King should have for counsellor one who brings peace with Syria, and the death of an upright man whom they esteemed.

AHAB.
By this counsellor they mean 

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