Dectora. Does wandering in these desolate seas
And listening to the cry of wind and wave
Bring madness?
Forgael.Queen, I am not mad.
Dectora. And yet you say the water and the wind
Would rise against me.
Forgael.No, I am not mad—
If it be not that hearing messages
From lasting watchers that outlive the moon
At the most quiet midnight is to be stricken.