I will look if those who come to kill Are on their way. O prison of a city Which I have hated! Little evil lanes, Filthy with dogs and lepers and blind men Made eyeless by the flies. O nest of vipers, Within few moments I shall pass from you. Once an Egyptian told me that at death The soul has power to will its resting-place: So do I will that I be far from here, At Sidon on a hilltop near the sea, Looking at Kittim at a sun-setting, When all the peaks rise up like crowns of gods And flame with the gods’ thoughts. And past those peaks, Beyond, in the imagined, never seen, Behind its reef of rocks, and beautiful With marble and with wonders and with waters, Is Mura, where my lover was a King. But hark, they come. I would go forth to Sidon. To Sidon, or to Kittim, or to Mura, Some place of the sea-princes near the sea. I would go forth to Sidon or to Mura, To Mura, or to Sidon, or to Kittim--- 
(_She sings._) 
The April moon is in the sky, Last night I heard the wild geese cry. _Oh, ho!_The brooks are bright on Lebanon,
The rain has come, the snows are gone.

_Oh, ho!_ The north wind faints and soon the south
Will blow the spice smell in the mouth.

_Oh, ho!_ Then shall my bird the ship take wing
And sail the green seas with the King,
And find, maybe, a finer thing
Than any here.

_Oh, ho!_

_Enter_ PHARMAS _and_ ASHOBAL.

PHARMAS. Madam, King Jehu and his men are come:
They ask to see you at the window yonder.

JEHU (_outside._) Come out, you Jezebel, and taste God’s judgment,
So that this land which you have wrecked may find
Some little peace!

JEZEBEL. Had Zimri peace
Who killed his master?

JEHU. Let me see this whore!
(_He clambers up to look in._)
And who is with her?

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