A princess, you! and warm within your veins
Live sympathy and all love unto your father,
Yet you have shielded me?
Michal. You are the anointed?
David. I am—oh, do not flint your loveliness!—
I am the anointed, but all innocent
In will or hope of any envious wrong,
As lily blowing of blasphemy! as dew
Upon it is of enmity!
Michal. Anointed!
You whom the king uplifted from the fields!
David. And who am ever faithful to him!
Michal. You,
Whom Jonathan loves more than women love!
David. Yet reaches not my love to Jonathan!
Michal. You—you!
David. But, hear me!
Michal. You, of all!