Saul. I will not. Do you come with vexing too?
Abner. The Philistines—some fury is afoot;
A spy's within our gates—and scorns to speak.
Saul. Conspiracy of silence!... Back to him.
(Abner goes.)
(To David and Michal.) But you—I'll not forget.
I'll not forget.
(Goes trembling, his look bent backward still upon them.)
David (casting off gloom, then joyful). Forget! anointing peril! What are they all?
Michal!—for me you have done this, for me?
(She stands immovable.)
I'm swung with joy as palms of Abila!
(Goes to her.)