Abiathar. Ha—Michal!
David. She withholds her father's wrath?
Abiathar. She's well.
David. Not if you say no more.
Abiathar. I know
Nothing of her.
David. Your look belies.
Abiathar. Perhaps:
As did her love.
David. That is for me.
Abiathar. Well, what?
A woman who betrays?
David. Speak, not evade;
And judge her when earth has no mystery.