OCTAVIO.
So early? From whom comes he then? Who is it?
VALET.
That he refused to tell me.
OCTAVIO.
Lead him in:
And, hark you—let it not transpire.
[Exit VALET: the CORNET steps in.
OCTAVIO.
Ha! cornet—is it you; and from Count Gallas?
Give me your letters.
CORNET.
The lieutenant-general
Trusted it not to letters.
OCTAVIO.
And what is it?
CORNET.
He bade me tell you—Dare I speak openly here?
OCTAVIO.
My son knows all.
CORNET.
We have him.