Nor cringe to threatening and fondle fear.
[He seizes a javelin.]
I’ll smite where’er I will.
DAVID
No!
JONATHAN
Father!
DAVID
Shall
A rapid palsy now come on thy hand,
Nor cringe to threatening and fondle fear.
[He seizes a javelin.]
I’ll smite where’er I will.
DAVID
No!
JONATHAN
Father!
DAVID
Shall
A rapid palsy now come on thy hand,