Saul (angrily):
Peace, women!
Ye ascribe unto David ten thousands,
And to me ye ascribe but thousands.
What more can he have but the kingdom?
Michal (runs and kneels before him): O my father, be not wroth at my song.
Saul (wearily):
I have sworn thee to the man who slew Goliath;
And that which the king sweareth will he do.
David, I give thee Michal for thy wife. (He turns away.)
David: The king's daughter within the palace is all-glorious.
Michal (smiling upon him and extending her hand):
O David!
But see, my father is wroth at my song.
Come and sing thou to him.
And so shall he forget the mighty warrior,
In listening to the sweetest singer in all Israel.
(She runs to Saul, who is reclining on couch.)