David. Merab of Saul!
Merab. To-morrow must my father
Return from hunting you and arm for battle.
But—many would that you were king.
David. Were...?
Merab. King!
David. I do not understand your eyes.
Merab. I will
For love of you arouse rebellion up,
Murmur about the host your heaven-call,
And lift you to the kingdom.
David. To the —— Stay!
Your words again.
Merab. The kingdom.
David. Awful God!
Merab. What is your mien? you will not?