David. The battle burning yonder,
If it adversely veers, the king has planned
Michal is not to live lest she may hap
Unto my arms.
Merab. That Michal shall be slain?
(The tumult again.)
David. Almighty, smite, and save to Thee thy people!
And save Thy altars unto Israel!
(He bows his head. A stir comes at the gate.)
Merab. David, 'tis Adriel!
Adriel. Ope! open, you!
David. At last the word.
Merab. Girl, Adah, draw the bar.
(David throws a cloak to his face, as Adah obeys. Adriel enters, and Doeg, who pauses in quick alarm, as David goes between him and the gate.)