Adriel. Who, girl?
Adah. I care not!
She is unkind; I will not spy for her
On Michal, and I'll tell her secrets all!
And David does not love her—and she raves.
Ishui. Off to your sleep; be off—
(Makes to strike her.)
Adriel. Ishui, no.
(Adah goes.)
Ishui (gnashingly). Then see you now how "lovable" he is?
I tell you that he stands athwart us all!
The heart of Merab swung as a censer to him,
My seat at table with the king usurped!
Mildew and mocking to the harp of Doeg
As it were any slave's; the while we all
Are lepered with suspicion.
Adriel. Of the king?
Ishui. Ah! and of Jonathan and Michal.
Adriel. Hush.