Michal. David—for ever!
(She starts toward his arms. But cries and confusion of cries beat back their joy. Then the gate is flung open and Adriel enters, shaken. He looks from one to the other.)
David (at last). Adriel! Adriel!
What have you?
Adriel. Saul—is slain!
Michal. My father?
Adriel. Slain!
And Jonathan——
David. No!
Adriel. Fell beside him down ...
The fray was fast—Israel fled—the foe
Fierce after Saul, whom Jonathan defended.
Michal. My father!
David. And my brother Jonathan!
If I believe it will not miracle
Alone bring joy again unto my pain?