(The tumult, nearer.)
I've skilfully disposed the women
To coldly sing of Saul, but of our David
(Watches her.)
With lavish of ecstasy as to a king.
Merab (springing up). Then I will praise him!
Doeg. David? you?
Merab. As he
Was never—and shall never be again.
(Takes a dagger.)
Merab. Give me the phial.