(Enter Michal, passing, with Miriam.)
Michal, delay. Whom lead you?
Michal. Miriam,
A prophetess.
Adriel. How of the king to-night?
Michal. He's not at rest; dreads Samuel's prophecy
The throne shall pass from him, and darkens more
Against this boundless Philistine Goliath
Who dares at Israel daily on the hills,
As we were dogs!
Adriel. Is David with him?
Michal. No;
But he is sent for—and will ease him—Ah!
He's wonderful to heal the king with his harp!
A waft, a sunny leap of melody,
And swift the hovering mad shadow's gone—
As magic!
Ishui. Michal.... Curst!
Michal. What anger's this?
Ishui. Disdaining Doeg and his plea to dust,
His waiting and the winning o'er of Edom,
You are enamoured of this David too?