Doeg. A plot! it is a plot! He will be slain—
From you, my lord, dominion then will fall!
Or should it not ...
Samuel. Liar! it is no plot.
But courage sprung seraphic out of night,
Beautiful, yea, a bravery from God!
Michal (behind the throng). Open! and let me enter! Open!
(She enters.)
Father!
It is not false? but now, the uttermost?
To-morrow, if Goliath still exult,
There's peril of desolation, bloody ruin?
Samuel. I answer for him; yea.
Michal. Then to your will,
Father, unto will of yesterday
I bend me now with sacrificial joy.
Unto Goliath's slayer is the hand
Of Michal, the king's daughter!
David (joyously). Michal! Michal!
Doeg. See you, my lord? Do you not understand?
Ishui. It is another coiling of their plot!