grant the terms. They do not keep the terms. And these my people prefer blood to quiet. And now I doubt the usefulness of wisdom, Doubt my whole life; and wonder, if the prophets, The people, and the bloody ways they love, Be not indeed God’s ways for governing. If these things be, then I have failed my country.
JEZEBEL.
O King, you cannot say that things are wrong Because they fail. All good things seem to fail; The road that men make is not straight nor smooth, Nor like the perfect roadway that they planned; And yet among the thorns and broken flint, And twistings where the adder lies in wait, It is a path where no path was before. So with your Syrian pact and with these people, You have hewed out a way where men will tread. Be comforted and proud, for you have done it, As the lone artist makes the perfect thing, With every blind malignant saying “No!” You have made peace as generous as yourself And thought as free. So let the madman rave And let the savage shriek for blood, and let The blind worm of the many-creeping world Crawl its obstruction, you have conquered them.AHAB.
It is not true. I have not conquered them.
They conquer me. I am defeated. Yes,
I cannot think, or master, or decide,
Having no longer any faith remaining
In what we planned together and have done.
The ground is gone from under me, the light
Is gone from in me, and the sky above
Is black with punishment that threatens me.
These ruffian prophets have been proven right,
Our policies have been accursed; ay,
And the reward is death.

JEZEBEL.
O husband, stay!

AHAB.
I will not stay. The penalty is death,
With hell to follow, as the blind man’s payment
Fully deserved. [_Exit_ AHAB.

JEZEBEL.
Gods save us, he is mad, or over-wrought
Up to the point of madness; now, indeed,
We have been conquered, for we have no King
Save one distraught with trouble. How am I
To help in this?
So ends my queenship with him. It is well

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