That I have called Prince Ahaziah home. But, till he come, I govern, I am King,
And one act of a King must now be done:
This rebels’ feast to Naboth must be stopped. (_She claps her hands for_ MICAIAH, _who enters_.) 
Micaiah, is there dust upon the road
To show the Prince’s coming?

MICAIAH.
Not yet, Madam.

JEZEBEL.
How soon can he be here?

MICAIAH.
Within two hours. Unless he halt for noontide by the Springs. He might be here much sooner. Say, one hour.

JEZEBEL.
Who is the captain of the guard today?

MICAIAH.
Rechab, today, good lady.

JEZEBEL.
Go, Micaiah, Tell Pharmas that I wait him in the throne room;
Bid him bring ink and seals; bid him be quick.
Attend me there. 

MICAIAH.
Madam, I go. [_Exit_ MICAIAH. 

JEZEBEL.
Though the King sicken, it shall still be seen
That I, the Syrian woman, am a queen. [_Exit_ JEZEBEL. _Enter_ PROPHET.

PROPHET.
Pharmas! Ashobal! Hark! Is Pharmas there?
It is full noon, but Pharmas is not here,
No, nor Ashobal....
But there seems to be
Less danger than I feared: I was not questioned,
And men go unmolested to the feast. [_Enter_ ASHOBAL.

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