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——