Hath all sense forsaken me? Sabrina,
Thou dost not fear me?
SABRINA.
No. But when your eyes
Wax red and dark, with flaughts of fire between,
I fear them—or they fright me.
LOCRINE.
Wert thou wise,
They would not. Never have I looked on thee
So.
SABRINA.
Nay—I fear not what might fall on me.
Here laughs my father—here my mother smiles—
Here smiles and laughs the water—what should I
Fear?
LOCRINE.
Nought more fearful than the water’s wiles—
Which whoso fears not ere he fear shall die.
SABRINA.