Sfero—I had forgotten—bring the mirror[19].

Sfe. The mirror, Sire?

Sar.‍Yes, sir, of polished brass,

Brought from the spoils of India—but be speedy.

[Exit Sfero.

Sar. Myrrha, retire unto a place of safety.

Why went you not forth with the other damsels?

Myr. Because my place is here.

Sar.‍And when I am gone——150

Myr. I follow.