Aye, gasp,
Accursed Philistine! Now wilt thou tell
The plan and passion of the people 'gainst us?
Spy. Baal!
Saul. Tighten the torture more.... Now will you?
Spy (in agony). Yea!
Saul. On, then, reveal.
Spy. New forces have arrived,
Numberless; more than peaks of Arabah.
(General movement of uneasiness.)
Unless before to-morrow's moon one's sent
To overthrow Goliath ... Gods! the pain!
Saul. Well? Well?
Spy. Then Gibeah attacked, and all,
Even to sucking babes, they'll put to sword!