DAVID
None else is left.
SECOND FOLLOWER
No matter.
DAVID
Then——?
SECOND FOLLOWER
There was of Gibeah
A woman—dear to me. Her face at night
Weeping among my dreams.…
DAVID
None else is left.
SECOND FOLLOWER
No matter.
DAVID
Then——?
SECOND FOLLOWER
There was of Gibeah
A woman—dear to me. Her face at night
Weeping among my dreams.…