Ishui. Subtle!—subtle!
And yet I must not speak; come, Adriel,

(As if going.)

No use of us is here.

Saul. Use? subtle? Stand!

Ishui. No, father, no.

Saul. What mean you?

Ishui. Do not ask....
Yet how it creeps, and how!

Saul. Unveil your words.

Ishui. Do you not see it crawl, this serpent scheme?
Goliath slain—the people mad with praise,
Then fallen from you—Michal the victor's wife....

Saul. Say on, say on.