Awful and sceptre-ruined lord of men?
An impotence, a shriveling to fear,
Avenging ere thou shed offenceless blood?
[Saul’s hand drops.]
Is this thy love, the love of Saul the king?
Who once was kindlier than kindest are.
For but a woman’s wantonness of word
And idle air, my life?
AHINOAM
Saul, Saul—!