David
At persecution I can laugh;
No fear my soul can move,
In God's protection safe,
And blest in Michal's love.
Michal
Ah, dearest youth, for thee I fear!
Fly, begone, for death is near!

David
Fear not, lovely fair, for me:
Death, where thou art, cannot be;
Smile, and danger is no more.

Michal
Fly, or death is at the door!
See, the murd'rous [bad word] on!
Stay no longer, fly, begone!