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David: A Tragedy
“ MERABYou scorn—you scorn me? DAVIDJonathan! your sister! MERABThen Saul shall rend you dead. And Jonathan!... [She laughs shrilly.] Perchance you have not heard that JonathanKnows to the Philistines you fled—and loathes you! DAVIDI have not heard. MERABNor have not, ah? how MichalIs given to the embraces of another? [David shrinks.] You desperately breathe and pale at last? [She laughs more bitterly.] To me for aid, to me, you yet shall come. [She goes. David slowly lifts his hand to his brow in heavy pain. Abiathar—and soon Abishai—abruptly descends from the cave to him.] ”
