Peace be with you, David. Forgive me for disturbing you, but the people have asked me to speak with you and to find out when you intend to return home to your palace. And they have also asked you to make haste, David, for many have died already of unbearable sufferings—and the dead have already grown tired of waiting. And many have already lost their reason from their unbearable sufferings, and they will soon commence to murder; if you will not make haste, David, all the people will become enemies—and it will be hard for you to establish a kingdom upon the dead earth.
Bitter wailings in the distance: "Da-vid! Da-vid! Da-vid!"
DAVID.
With restraint.
Go away, Sarah.
SARAH.
Humbly.
Your clothes are torn, David, and I fear that there are wounds upon your body. What ails you? Why do you not rejoice with us?
DAVID.
Weeping.