To love one's enemy is a fine sentiment... but for a poet, not for a king

Absalom:

[at the palace of Akiss, king of the Philistines]
... My master wishes to see King Akiss. Akiss's Captain:
He is Israelite? Absalom:
He is mad. Akiss's Captain:
Therefore Israelite. [laughs and permits them to enter] King Akiss:
I apologize for the necessity of your performance, but in our country, madmen are held to be sacred. Grasp that and you have perhaps grasped the very essence of religion... Another Samson? Absalom, I would be obliged if you were to keep well away from those pillars, hmm? Youth is no barrier to strength, as you yourself so ably demonstrated, David. David:
God's victory, not mine. I was but the means to His end. King Akiss:
Of Goliath, perhaps. It's the motive of your God that seems less clear. If He can deliver you from a giant, why can He not free you of Saul? David:
If you grant us refuge, He will have done so. King Akiss:
What about the god in whose temple you stand? Will not Dagon deserve some measure of thanks? Hmm? David:
It's you who will have cause to thank him, for we shall be yours to command against any enemy you choose to name. King Akiss:
Except Saul, of course. David:
I cannot raise my hand against the Lord's annointed king. King Akiss:
He's very ready to raise his hand against you, hmm? David:
He could no sooner rid himself of me than I could ever bring myself to kill him. King Akiss:
To love one's enemy is a fine sentiment... but for a poet, not for a king