Michal (springs up the throne, then down). No, no! horror in me moans out against it.
Wed me with destiny against my father?
Dethrone my mother? Ah!
David. Not that—no wrong!
Michal. Then swear conspiracy upon its tide
Never shall lift you!
David. Deeper than soul or sea,
Deep as divinity is deep, I swear.
If it shall come, the kingdom——
Michal. "If!" not "if."
Surrender this anointing! Spurn it, say
You never will be king though Israel
Kingless go mad for it!
David. I cannot.
David. I cannot—and I must not. It is holy!
Michal. Then must I hate you—scorn you——
David. Michal!