Then [coldly] it is as I thought.
DAVID
You are distraught.
MICHAL
This stroke to-day [pointing to Goliath’s head] no love of me had in it.
DAVID
A love, a passion fervid thro’ me as
The tread and tremble of immortal song
Along the infinite.
MICHAL
Then [coldly] it is as I thought.
DAVID
You are distraught.
MICHAL
This stroke to-day [pointing to Goliath’s head] no love of me had in it.
DAVID
A love, a passion fervid thro’ me as
The tread and tremble of immortal song
Along the infinite.
MICHAL