Myr. Ah!

Sar.‍Wherefore do you start?

Myr.‍Did I do so?

Sar. 'Twas well you entered by another portal,

Else you had met. That pang at least is spared her!

Myr. I know to feel for her.

Sar.‍That is too much,

And beyond nature—'tis nor mutual[ai]

Nor possible. You cannot pity her,

Nor she aught but——