Michal. David!
David. Strung me tense,
I waited, shepherd-timid, and you came,
You for the king to try my skill! you, you!
Michal. Leave me, ah leave! I yield!
David. And often since
Have we not swayed and swept thro' happy hours,
Far from the birth unto the bourne of bliss?
Michal. And I——
David. To-night you did not to the king
Reveal my helpless chrism, give me to peril.
Say but the reason!
Michal. David!
David. Speak, O speak!
Michel. And shall I, shall I? how this prophetess
Miriam hath foretold——
David. Some wonder? speak!