No prophecy shall sink me and no shade.
I am the king, and Israel, my own.
(Frenzied he goes. A silence.)
David (breaking forth). Michal to die and Israel to fall!
Prophet of prophets, Samuel, return!
Out of the Shadow and the Sleep, return,
Compassionate, and tell me where she is
That I may save. Again appear and say
That Israel to-morrow may not fall—
Not fall on ruin!
Adriel. David? is it thou?
David. Meholah's Adriel, your conscience asks.
Adriel. You were concealed?
David. And I have heard. Cry then
Out unto Saul! Betray me, cry you out!
Adriel. Betray?
David. Is the word honey? Is it balm?
Adriel. David, I've wronged you—