Saul.
Peace is torn from me,
Light—offspring soul—and kingdom. I am reft
Of all at once! Saul—miserable Saul!
Who shall console thee! In thy path of darkness
Who now shall guide, sustain thee? E’en thy children
Are mute—relentless—savage! All invoke,
Wretched old man, thy death! all hearts are fixed
Upon the diadem, which now too long