No more; the pledge I fling
Out of my heart, as ’twere enchantment dead.
And free you; but, no more.
[_He moves from her._]
MICHAL
As if it were
Enchantment dead. Ah, then ’tis true--there is
Another--is another!
DAVID
Now what fever?
A gentleness clad once your every grace.
MICHAL
There is some other that you lure and love.
DAVID
It is not Michal speaking; so I wait.
MICHAL
Then--
[JUDITH _glides suddenly in with a low laugh and
kneels before_ DAVID. MICHAL _stands amazed_.]
JUDITH [_As if with amorous admiration._]
Brave, it was brave, my love! beauteous! brave!
DAVID
Woman?
JUDITH
The Philistine, a brazen tower,
A bastion of strength fell to the earth!
DAVID
Woman, who are you?
[_She clasps and kisses him._]
Take away your flesh.
[_Free_] Take it away, the heat and myrrh of it.
JUDITH
So cold?
DAVID
Away.
JUDITH
And ’tis no longer fair?
[_Wantonly_] Oh! Ah! I understand! the princess?--
DAVID
Go.
[JUDITH _obeys, laughing and shaking her timbrel_.]
MICHAL
A dancer then, a very timbrel player!
DAVID
Until this hour I never looked upon her.
It is chicanery of chance or craft.
You who are noble, though in doubt adrift,
Be noble now!
MICHAL
And loving? O, I will--
Now that I know what should be done. Be sure.
DAVID
You mean, that Saul?--you would not, no!
MICHAL
Rest sure.
[_A hand is seen at the tent._ AHINOAM _enters_.]
AHINOAM
David, the king--But what is this?
[MICHAL _goes_.]
DAVID
O queen--
It is but life.
AHINOAM
Nay.
DAVID
Life that ever strings
Our hearts, so pitifully prone for it,
To ecstasy--then snaps.
AHINOAM
I love thee, David.
DAVID
Then gracious be, and question here no more.
Where words are futile for an utterance.
But of the king--the king?
AHINOAM
He’s driven still.
And hither comes, and soon, and must be calmed.
Thy harp take, winds of beauty from it bring,
And consolation--as of valley-eves
When there is ebb of sorrow and of toil,
O could you heal him and forever heal.
DAVID
Then would I be--!
[_He breaks off with a gesture of great desire,
takes the harp and seats himself._]
AHINOAM
At once, for he will come.
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