ASHOBAL.
Here is Ashobal. Where is Pharmas, friend?

PROPHET.
Gone to the Queen again, with ink and seals.
There is this news: the King and Queen have talked
And Ahab now is in his room again,
Moodily sharpening his sword, and muttering.
I myself think that Ahab has gone mad.

PROPHET.
No word from Jehu yet, of Ahaziah?

ASHOBAL.
None yet, nor will be for a while.

PROPHET.
King Jehu, Jehu, the King, God’s comet, bringing change.
Come soon, come soon. Oh, what is Pharmas doing?

ASHOBAL.
He writes some pressing matter for the Queen.

PROPHET.
We shall be late. Come, Pharmas! Hurry, hurry!
Would he were here and we away from this.
We are like hunters in the lion’s den,
Knowing the lion to be near.

ASHOBAL.
I hear him.
Yes; this is Pharmas coming. Here he is. [_Enter_ PHARMAS.

PROPHET.
Pharmas, we have been waiting for you; come.
We must be going. Listen to your orders.
During this feast go down among the guards ...

PHARMAS.

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