Abiathar. Then ask, and hate shall calm me.
David. Ask?
Abiathar. On, on!
Seek if he lives!
David. Who?
Abiathar. Seek if prophecy
Founts yet in Judah!
David. Samuel...?
Abiathar. Is dead!
Dead—and of tidings more calamitous.
(A pause.)
David (hoarsely). Tell on. I hear.
Abiathar. Saul gloating to believe
The priests who gathered sacredly at Nob,
Plotted assisting you, hath had them——