Semi - Plot

When Naboth's vineyard look'd so fine, The king cried out, 'Would this were mine!' And yet no reason could prevail To bring the owner to a sale. Jezebel saw, with haughty pride, How Ahab grieved to be denied; And thus accosted him with scorn: 'Shall Naboth make a monarch mourn? A king, and weep! The ground's your own; I'll vest the garden in the crown.' With that she hatch'd a plot, and made Poor Naboth answer with his head; And when his harmless blood was spilt, The ground became his forfeit guilt.