(To Abner.)
Let him, to-morrow! Go prepare the host.
Yet—I am king, remember! I am king!
(Saul goes; murmurs of relief ... All follow, but Michal, past David with joy or hate.)
David. Michal!
(She struggles against tears, but, turning, goes. He stands and gazes after her. Then a trumpet sounds and soldiers throng to the porch.)
David (thrilled, his hand on his sling). For Israel! For Israel!
(Goes toward them.)