Saul. Thou full-of-lauding fool!
Of breath and ravishment unceasing!
Ahinoam. Saul!
Saul. Is it not praise enough, has he not reached
The skies on it?
David. O king, my lord——
Saul. Had Saul
Ever so rich a rapture from his son?
Ever this worshipping of utterance?
David. My lord, my lord, this should not fret you.
Doeg (derisively). Nay!
David. 'Tis only that the soul of Jonathan,
Brimmed by the Philistines with bitterness,
Sudden is joy and overfloweth——
Doeg. Fast——