David. Tell me,
And do not bring dissuasion more, or pause.
Jonathan. The king comes here.
David. Now?
Jonathan. With a spy who keeps
Fiercely to silence.
David. Then is peril up!
Jonathan...!
Jonathan. David, you must cool from this.
Determination surges you o'erfar.
I will not see you rush on perishing,
Not though it be the aid of Israel.
David. I must.... I will not let them ever throng,
Staining the hills, and starving us from peace.
Rather the last ray living in me, rather
Death and the desecration of the worm.
Bid me not back with love, nor plea; I must!
Jonathan. But think——
David. No thought!
Jonathan. 'Twere futile—