David. Yes, Miriam.

Miriam. David of Jesse, Israel's desire!
Let me behold thee (her hands go over him) with my fingers' sight,
And gather in them touch of thee again!
Thy voice is as dream-dulcimers that stir
Quivering myrrh of memory and joy.
But, aie! why are you here? You have been there?

David. Yes—in the camp of Saul.

Miriam. In spite of Death!
Do you not know——

David. I know—that Saul would rather
O'er-tramble me than a multitude of foes.
That it is told him I who shun his ire—
Though death were easier, if dutiful—
Am come up with the Philistines to win
The kingdom. That he would slay me though I fought
For Israel!—But, Michal!—

Miriam. Aie——

David. What brews?
She was not in the camp.

Miriam. Men all are mad!
And you who should be never.

David. She is in
Some peril.

Miriam. You, in more! And must from here
Swiftly away, for Saul is——