Perchance you had not heard that Jonathan
Knows to the Philistines you fled—and loathes you!
David. I have not heard.
Merab. Nor have not, ah? how Michal
Is given to the embraces of another?
(David shrinks.)
You desperately breathe and pale at last?
(She laughs more bitterly.)
To me for aid, to me you yet shall come.
(She goes. David lifts his hand to his brow in pain. Then Abiathar abruptly descends from Saul's cave to him.)
Abiathar. David——
David. Leave me.