Ishui. And you've the king's consent; but she denies?
Adriel. As every wind, you know it.
Ishui. Still denies!
And you, lost in the maze of her, fare on
Blindly and find no reason for it!
Adriel. How?
What reason can be? women are not clear;
And least unto themselves.
Ishui. Or to their fools.
(Goes to curtain, draws out Adah.)
Your mistress, Merab, girl, whom does she love?
Unclench your hands.
Adah. I hate her.
Ishui. Insolent!
Answer; I am not milky Jonathan,
Answer; and for the rest—You hear?
Adah. She loves—
The shepherd David!