O for a feast ! pomegranate wine and song ! I ’ ll dance . Or till a youth wed Zilla for her beauty ? I ’ ll not soil mine with sullen fear all day Because these Philistines press round . As well Be wenches gathering grapes or wool ! Come , Leah . Now hear her ! Who , who , now ? who , who is it ? dog , fox , devil ? Then ’ tis Ishui !Yes , Ishui ! And fury in him , sallow , sour fury ! A jackal were his mate ! Come , come , we ’ ll plague him . Aie , David ! A joy to rouse men up to jealousy ! Hush , hush , be meet and ready now ; he ’ s near . Look as for silly visions and for dreams ! O ! ’ tis Prince Ishui ! Of David ! O is he come ! when , where , quick , quick , and will He pluck us ecstasies out of his harp , Winning until we ’ re wanton for him , mad , And sigh and laugh and weep to the moon ! The king ! I had not thought ! David a king ! how beauteous would he be ! Turban of sapphire ! robe of gold ! Who , who can tell ! Have you not heard ? Yesterday in the camp Among war-old but fearful men he offered Kingly to meet Goliath — great Goliath ! Aie ! The Philistine , a brazen tower , A bastion of strength fell to the earth ! So cold ? And ’ tis no longer fair ?Oh ! Ah ! I understand ! the princess ?—