Car. Oh my chicken,
My dear boy, what shall I lose!
Hengo. Why, a child
That must have died however; had this 'scaped me,
Fever or famine. I was born to die, sir.
Car. But thus unblown, my boy?
Hengo. I go the straighter
My journey to the Gods. Sure I shall know you
When you come, uncle?
Car. Yes, boy.