Michal. I think my brother Ishui hath a fever.

(She goes, calmly, with Miriam.)

Ishui. Now are you kindled—are you quivering,
Or must this shepherd put upon us more?

Adriel. But has he not dealt honourably?

Ishui. No.

Adriel. Why do you urge it?

Ishui. Why have senses. He
With Samuel the prophet fast enshrouds
Some secret, and has Samuel not told
The kingdom from my father shall be rent
And fall unto one another?

Adriel. You are certain?

Ishui. As granite.

(Voices are heard in altercation.)