Michal. And will.
But to reign over Israel you care,
Not for the peace of it!
David. Thus all is vain;
A seething on the lips, I'll say no more....
Care but to reign and not for Israel's calm?
I who am wounded with her every wound?...
Look out upon yon Philistine bold fires
Lapping the night with bloody tongue—look out!
(A commotion is heard within.)
As God has swung the world and hung for ever
The infinite in awe, to-morrow night
Not one of them shall burn!
Michal. You pall me!
David. None!
Michal. What is this strength! It seizes on me! No,
I'll not believe; no, no, more than I would
From a boy's breath or the mere sling you wear
A multitude should flee! And you shall learn
A daughter to a father may be true
Tho' paleness be her doom until she die!
(She turns to go. Enter Jonathan eagerly.)
Jonathan. David!
David. My friend—my Jonathan! 'Tis you?