See you, 'tis he!... 'Tis David!... And he sings!
David (bravely, within).
Smiter of Hosts,
Terrible Saul!
Vile on the hills shall he laugh who boasts
None is among
Great Israel's all
Fearless for Saul, King Saul!
(Entering with people of the palace.)
Aye, is there none
Galled of the sting,
Will at the soul of Goliath run?
Wring it and up
To his false gods fling?...
None for the king, the king?
(He drops to his knee, amid praise, before the throne.)
Saul (darkening). Forego this praise and stand
Away from him; 'tis overmuch.
(To David.) Why have
You dallied and delayed?
David. My lord, delayed?
Saul. Do not smile wonder, mocking!