David. You mean ... that Saul——? You would not, no!
Michal. Rest sure.
(A hand is seen at the door. Ahinoam enters.)
Ahinoam. David, the king ... But what is this?
(Michal goes.)
David. O queen ...
It is but life.
Ahinoam. Nay.
David. Life that ever strings
Our hearts, so pitifully prone for it,
To ecstasy—then snaps.
Ahinoam. I love thee, David.
David. Then gracious be, and question here no more,
Where words are futile for an utterance.
But of the king—the king——?