Bring me the sherbet from the ledge and the fast-dried figs.
[The Nubian brings sherbet, figs, and a bowl of ice, and lays them down.]
[She looks curiously at him. He is an immense man with squat, mule-skinned features: his jet-black curled beard, crisp hair, glistening nude limbs, appear to her like some heathen idol of ancient stories.]
[She thinks to herself.]
Out of the lightning
In a dizzying cloven wink
This apparition stood up,
Of stricken trunk or beast’s spirit,
Stirred by Saul’s blasphemies;
So Saul’s heart feared, aghast.