Quench the fire, Nevita!
Nevita.
Impossible, my Emperor!
Julian.
Put it out, I say. It shall be possible!
Nevita.
Nothing could be more impossible. All the cables are cut; the rest of the ships are all drifting down upon the burning wrecks.
Prince Hormisdas.
[Coming from among the tents.] Curses upon my countrymen! Oh sire, how could you give ear to that deceiver?
Cries from the Camp.