{JOAS.}
Joas! me?
{JOAD.}
You know the signal grace by which
God, foiling the designs of a bad woman,
Already with her dagger in your breast,
He chose, and saved you from amid the carnage.
You have not yet eluded all her madness:
With the same passion she has ever hungered
To lose in you the last child of her son,
Her cruelty is fixed to reach your death;
Under your name assumed, she hunts you still.
But 'neath your standard I have now arranged
A people prompt to vengeance and obedience.
Come, generous chiefs of sacred families,
By turns be honoured by the holy priest.
_Scene III._
{JOAS, JOAD, AZARIAH, ISHMAEL, THREE OTHER LEVITE
CHIEFS.}
{JOAD.}
King, here are the avengers on your foes.
Priests, here's the king that I have promised you.
{AZARIAH.}
What, is't Eliacin?
{ISHMAEL.}