Come, advance!
Philistia's gods to Israel's. Sound, my herald,
Sound for the battle straight!
David. Behold thy foe.
Gol. I see him not.
Dav. Behold him here.
Gol. Say, where?
Direct my sight. I do not war with boys.
Dav. I stand prepared; thy single arm to mine.
Gol. Why, this is mockery, minion; it may chance