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.