Pand. Some business with the King, (let it be good, heaven)
Reteins him sure. [Enter Boy.
Jul. It must be good and noble,
For all men that he treats with tast of virtue;
His words and actions are his own; and Honour's
Not brought, nor compell'd from him.
Pand. Here's the Boy.
He can confirm us more, how sad the child looks!
Come hither Lucio; how, and where's thy Master?
Jul. Speak gentle Boy.
Pand. Is he return'd in safety?
Jul. If not, and that thou knowst is miserable,
Our hopes and happiness declin'd for ever;
Study a sorrow excellent as thy Master,
Then if thou canst live leave us.
Lucio. Noble Madam,
My Lord is safe return'd, safe to his friends, and fortune,
Safe to his Countrey, entertain'd with honour,
Is here within the house.
Jul. Do not mock me.
Lucio. But such a melancholly hangs on his mind,
And in his eyes inhabit such sad shadowes;
But what the cause is——
Pand. Go tell him we are here Boy,
There must be no cause now.