(They embrace. Michal goes.)
Jonathan. Great heart, I've heard how yesterday before
The soldiers you.... But Michal's gone! No word?
David. The anointing.
Jonathan. Ah, she knows?
David. All.
Jonathan. And disdains
Believing? tell me.
David. No, not now—not now.
Let me forget it in a leap of deeds.
(The commotion sounds again.)
For there is murmur misty of distress,
What is it? sprung of the Philistines? new terror?
This sounding giant flings again his foam?
Jonathan, I am flame that will not wait.
What is it? I must strike.
Jonathan. David....