Michal (at last, with a cry, as David clenches).
Ah, you have slain—have slain him! Wretch! thou wretch!
And sleeping as he was!
David. And it was you...?
(Rage takes him.)
In lying rags?
Michal. Have struck him in his sleep!
And merciless! And now will kill me, too?
David. The leper, you! The faithless leper, you,
(Grows frenzied.)
Who drove me a prey upon this wilderness!
Upon the blot of it and death and sear!
The silence and relentless burning swoon!
You are the leper, who have broken troth
And shut the cry of justice from your breast!
Who've stifled me with desolation's woe,
Who've followed still and still have me betrayed!
Michal. Betrayed? No, loose me!
David. Slain thy father? slain?