[BURPEE] CHARLES HEAVYSEGE 
Zelehtha: 
Stay here ’til I dismiss you. 
The angel disappears, and Malzah sulkily mutters: 
I will stay no longer. 
Grieve Saul thyself; kill David; ay, kill me: 
For to live thus is worse than Tophet’s torment. 
Then, turning to Saul, he cries: 
I will end thee,—l'Il tear thee yet to pieces ; 
Kill or be killed, or die as other men: 
Then will my liberty be mine again. 
I do begin to find this task beneath me, 
And hate thee even as I hate Zelehtha. 
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But the thunder-clouds of adversity are gathering thick and fast 
around Saul. Even strife and change now but feebly stir him, whose 
warrior soul had once gloried in conflict. 
I feel 'm growing old; (he says) and creep along 
The remnant of my shortened days of age, 
Indifferent, toward where looms desolate, 
Death’s sullen land 
Oh, I am sick to the bottom of my being ! 
And there is no physician ; no going back 
To youth, and health, and herd-keeping in Gibeah. 
Malzah is at last released from his most obnoxious task, and in 
unbounded delight breaks into song: 
Now let me fly, 
On legs of love and wings of joy ; 
And peep into each crystal glass 
Of fountain, as I by it pass, 
To see if from my visage go 
The traces of my recent woe: 
Then blithely let me journey on 
To meet Great Zaph ere sets the sun,— 
Before the sun sets ’neath the sea, 
Again to Zaph re-render me. 
How he appears before Zaph, let Zepho, the messenger, describe:— 
He doth his angel-form abuse. 
Like naught in hell, like naught in heaven, 
Nor earth-born ;—up to frolic given, 
He cometh like a moving grove, 
Covered with creepers quaintly wove: 
Half like an ivy-covered tower, 
