(Abinadab swaggers defiantly over to Eliab, who grins at him. Shammah bows low and speaks slyly.)
Shammah:
Sir, if thou crown me king,
I'll make thee rich in the spoils of the Philistines.
Samuel (briefly): The Lord rejects thee for a thief and robber.
(Shammah shrugs and joins others. Nathaneel advances.)
Nathaneel:
Make me king, sir,
And I will drive out the Philistines,
And all men shall bow down to the God of Israel.
Samuel:
The Lord rejects thee, for thou boasteth thyself,
And sayest thou canst do much,
When thou canst do little.