David. Twice the words—
Full from her lips—and to betray her father.
(Abiathar discovers Saul.)
Merab. You will not? answer!
David. Odious utterly!
As yonder sea of death and bitter salt!
As foam-girt Joppa of idolatry,
As Memphian fane of all abhorrencies!
(A pause.)
Morning would move with horror of it, noon
A livid sepulchre of shame span o'er,
And night shrink to remember day had been!
Merab. You scorn—you scorn me?
David. Jonathan! your sister!
Merab. Then Saul shall rend you dead. And Jonathan!...
(She laughs shrilly.)