Samuel (waves them back and turns to Jesse):
Are all thy children here?
Or hast thou another son?
Jesse:
There remaineth yet the youngest;
And behold, he keepeth the sheep.
He is my dear-beloved.
His years are yet too tender to rule Israel.
Daughter of Jesse: O let me go and bring him!
Samuel:
Send and fetch him;
For we will not sit down till he come hither.
(The Daughter of Jesse starts running out toward left.)
Jesse: Nay, daughter, blow the horn till he appear. (She blows horn.)