Sar. Thy face seems ominous. Speak!

Offi.‍I dare not.

Sar.‍Dare not?

While millions dare revolt with sword in hand!

That's strange. I pray thee break that loyal silence

Which loathes to shock its sovereign; we can hear

Worse than thou hast to tell.

Pan.‍Proceed—thou hearest.

Offi. The wall which skirted near the river's brink

Is thrown down by the sudden inundation190