SERVANT.
We know all this. But now our fortunes be
Not such as ask for mirth or revelry.
HERACLES.
A woman dead, of no one's kin; why grieve
So much? Thy master and thy mistress live.
SERVANT.
Live? Man, hast thou heard nothing of our woe?
HERACLES.
Yes, thy lord told me all I need to know.
SERVANT.
He is too kind to his guests, more kind than wise.
HERACLES.
Must I go starved because some stranger dies?
SERVANT.
Some stranger?—Yes, a stranger verily!
HERACLES (his manner beginning to change).
Is this some real grief he hath hid from me?
SERVANT.
Go, drink, man! Leave to us our master's woes.
HERACLES.
It sounds not like a stranger. Yet, God knows…