Listen! that cry!
A voice. Woe! woe!
David. What is its wail?
The Voice. The battle's lost!
David. Abiathar—?
The Voice. Saul flees!
David. Abiathar, is lost?
Abiathar. I fear it.
David. Then (pointing to Doeg)
Off with his armour for me, I will go
Forth and may backward, backward bend defeat.
Duty to Saul is over.
Adriel. You must not.
A fruitless intrepidity it were.