David. And provoke
Murder in him, insatiable though
I fled upon the wilderness and famine?
Michal. He would not!
David. Nay.
Michal. I'll plead with him.
David. In vain.
Michal (coldly). Then ... it is as I thought.
David. You are distraught.
Michal. This stroke to-day (pointing to Goliath's head) no love of me had in it.
David. A love, a passion fervid through me as
The tread and tremble of seraphic song
Along the infinite.
Michal. You use me!