Saul. What mean you?
Ishui. Speak.
Saul. What mean you?
Michal. This!
David. No word!
Michal. I'll not be kept!
David. But shall be; for to tell
Would rend silence for ever from you—pale
Your flesh with haunting of it evermore!
All, all your being would become a hiss,
A memory of syllables that sear,
A living iteration of remorse.
I—I myself will save your lips the words
Of this betrayal leaping from your heart.
(Nobly before Saul.)
You seek, my lord ... you seek whom Samuel
Anointed.
Saul. Yes.