ABIATHAR
I’ll scathe him! Scorpions
Of terror and remorse sting in his soul!
DAVID
If you have tidings, not in words so wild.
ABIATHAR
Then ask and hate shall calm me.
DAVID
Ask?
ABIATHAR
ABIATHAR
I’ll scathe him! Scorpions
Of terror and remorse sting in his soul!
DAVID
If you have tidings, not in words so wild.
ABIATHAR
Then ask and hate shall calm me.
DAVID
Ask?
ABIATHAR