Report of the true state of this irruption
Of waters. [Exeunt Pania and the Officer.
Myr.Thus the very waves rise up
Against you.
Sar.They are not my subjects, girl,
And may be pardoned, since they can't be punished.
Myr. I joy to see this portent shakes you not.
Sar. I am past the fear of portents: they can tell me220
Nothing I have not told myself since midnight:
Despair anticipates such things.