SAUL [Choking.]
Omnipotence shall not withhold me more.
[He lifts a javelin.]
DAVID
Murderous king afoam with murder-heat!
[He avoids from side to side.]
Monarch of misery—of might—of rage
So fell that lightning were not dread enough
Were it thy bolt! To-day you will destroy me?
[Goliath’s head overturned, rolls on the floor.]