David. Enough!
Abiathar. Has he pursued you, all his hate unleashed?
Are Samuel—the priests, not slain? my father?
The kingdom is not in decay, and falls?
You are not prophesy's anointed one?
Seize up the sword and strike—or I myself!
David. Or—you yourself?...
(Puts them aside, takes sword, and goes to Saul's cave.)
Abishai. What will he do?... listen
Michal enters unseen.
Abiathar. If Saul cries out——
Abishai. Be ready.
Michal (to them). What is this?
(David re-enters—haggard and worn—from the cave, a piece of Saul's cloak and the sword still in his hand.... The pause is tense with emotion.)