But shall be; for to tell
Would rend silence forever from you--pale
Your flesh with haunting of it evermore!
All, all your being would become a hiss.
A memory of syllables that sear,
A living iteration of remorse.
I--I myself will save your lips the words
Of this betrayal leaping from your heart.
[_Nobly, before Saul._]
You seek, my lord, you seek whom Samuel
Anointed.
SAUL
Yes.
DAVID
Then know that it is I.
SAUL
’Tis--?
DAVID
I.
SAUL
You!
DAVID
I. And guiltless I, no other.
I, though I sought it not and suffer, though
I would it had not come and fast am sworn
Never against you to lift up--
MERAB
Hear, hear!
Now he will cozen!
DOEG
He, “thy servant!”
ISHUI
Hear!
A VOICE [_Without._]
A thousand Saul hath slain! But David ten!
SAUL [_Choking._]
Omnipotence shall not withhold me more.
[_He lifts a javelin._]
DAVID
Murderous king afoam with murder-heat!
[_He avoids from side to side._]
Monarch of misery--of might--of rage
So fell that lightning were not dread enough
Were it thy bolt! To-day you will destroy me?
[GOLIATH’S _head overturned, rolls on the floor_.]
Upon this day will slay me innocent?
SAUL
Die, die!
JONATHAN
No, father, hold!
[SAUL _flings the javelin_.]
MICHAL [_Reeling._]
What have I done?
JONATHAN
David, unhurt? Away, the wilderness.
[_Thrusts a sword on him._]
SAUL
He shall not! no.
[_Seizes another javelin._]
DAVID [_Aflame._]
Then, king of Israel, strike!
Strike me to darkness and the waiting worm!
Into the Pit and to the hopeless gloom.
But, after, be your every breathing blood,
Remorse and riving bitterness and fear,
Be guilt and all the hideous choke of horror!
[SAUL _trembling at the curse lets the javelin fall from his
hand_. DAVID _breaking through_ DOEG _and_ ISHUI _escapes by
the door_. MICHAL _sinks to her knees, her face buried in her
hands_.]
[_CURTAIN._]
ACT III.
_SCENE: A savage mountain-cliff in the wilderness of Engeddi. On
either side gray crags rise rugged, sinking away precipitously
across the back. Cut into each is a cave. The height is reached
by clefts from all sides._
_Between the crags to the East is the far blue of the Dead Sea;
and still beyond, bathed in the waning afternoon, stretch the
purple shores of Moab. During the act the scene grows crimson
with sunset and a thunder-cloud rises over the sea._
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