David. Use?
Michal. A step to rise and riot in ambition!
David. So bitter are you, blind? even in all?
Michal. You snared me to you!
David. Michal!
Michal. Cunningly
With Samuel netted fears about my father,
Till I am paltrily unto you pledged.
David. Enough.
Michal. Too much.
David. No more: the pledge I fling
Out of my heart, as 'twere enchantment dead,
And free you; but no more.
(He moves from her.)