Like a small bubble breaking with the wave
Which bore it, shall be nothing. At the least,
My fate is in my keeping: no proud victor
Shall count me with his spoils.
Enter Pania.
Pan.Away with me,240
Myrrha, without delay; we must not lose
A moment—all that's left us now.
Myr.The King?
Pan. Sent me here to conduct you hence, beyond