What I endure from this suspense. In mercy
Relieve me from it quickly.
Luis (aside). Poor old man;
What shall I say? tell his grey hairs at once
The ruin of his honour and his love?
Ped. You pause, my lord!
Luis. And yet I need not wonder,
I nothing hear of them if you do not.
Ped. And you know nothing of them?
Enter Porcia hurriedly.