O lips!
MICHAL
With but
A sling, a shepherd’s sling, you sped the brook,
Drew from its bed a stone, and up the hill
Where the great Philistine contemning cried,
Mounted and flung it deep upon his brain!
DAVID
This is the victory and not his death!
Tell, tell thy joy with kisses on my lips!
Thy mouth! thy arms! thy breast!
MICHAL
No no!
DAVID
Thy soul!
Too much of waiting and of severance!
Of dread and distance and the deep of doubt.
Now must I fold you, falter all my love
And triumph on your senses till they burn
Beautiful to eternity with bliss.
MICHAL
Loose, loose me!
DAVID
Nay, again! immortal kisses!
MICHAL
A frenzy, ’tis a frenzy! From me! see!
This irremediable victory
Over Goliath severs us the more.
[_The tumult breaks again, afar._]
Hear how the people lift you limitless!
Almost, to-day, and in my father’s room
They would that you were king.
DAVID
But ere to-morrow
Dim shall I be, and ere the harvest bend
Less than a gleam in their forgotten peril!
MICHAL
O were it, were it! But all silently
Jehovah fast is beckoning the realm
Into thy hands.
DAVID
Then futile to resist
The gliding on of firm divinity.
And yet whatever may be shall be done.
MICHAL
All, all?
DAVID
That for thee reverently may.
MICHAL
The anointing, then--
DAVID
Of that!… not that!
MICHAL
Yet grant
It may be told my father; that I may
Say to him all the secret!
DAVID
And provoke
Murder in him, insatiable though
I fled upon the wilderness and famine?
MICHAL
He would not!
DAVID
Nay.
MICHAL
I’ll plead with him.
DAVID
In vain!
MICHAL
Then [_coldly_] it is as I thought.
DAVID
You are distraught.
MICHAL
This stroke to-day [_pointing to_ GOLIATH’S _head_]
no love of me had in it.
DAVID
A love, a passion fervid thro’ me as
The tread and tremble of immortal song
Along the infinite.
MICHAL
You use me!
DAVID
Use?
MICHAL
A step to rise and riot in ambition!
DAVID
So bitter are you, blind?
MICHAL
It was a trick!
You snared me to you.
DAVID
Michal!
MICHAL
Cunningly
With Samuel netted fears about my father
Till I am paltrily unto you pledged.
DAVID
Enough.
MICHAL
Too much.
DAVID
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