And here comes Joy's true herald.
Enter Myrrha.
Myr.King! the sky
Is overcast, and musters muttering thunder,
In clouds that seem approaching fast, and show
In forkéd flashes a commanding tempest.[r]540
Will you then quit the palace?
Sar.Tempest, say'st thou?
Myr. Aye, my good lord.
Sar.For my own part, I should be