Saul. It ever shall.
Loveliest have you been among my days,
And singing weary madness from my brain.
(David starts toward him.)
How I have wronged thee!
Michal. Wronged him? (in fury).
David. Michal!
Saul. Girl?
Michal. You have not wronged him!
David. Michal!
Michal. No! but he
Is jeopardy and fate about you! drive
Him from you utterly and now away!
(Murmurs of astonishment.)