Ishui. Or else the champion slain—
Fear on the people—panic—the kingdom's ruin!
Saul. Now do the folds slip from me.
Ishui. And you see?
Ah, then, if one arise? If one arise?
Saul. Death, death! If he hath touched this prophet—if
Merely a little moment!—
Ishui. I have seen
Your David with him.
Saul. Death! if —— Come here: David?
Ishui. In secret.
Saul. Say you?
Ishui. Yes.
Saul. The folds slip further;
To this you lead me—hatred against David!
To this with supple envy's easy glide!