Pr. Intruders, friend, and travellers have glib tongues,
Silence will question such.
Serv. If ’tis a message,
To-day is not thy day—who sent thee hither?
Pr. The business of my leisure was well guessed:
But he that sent me hither is I that come.
Serv. I smell the matter—thou would’st serve the house? 130
Pr. ’Twas for that very cause I fled my own.
Serv. From cruelty or fear of punishment?
Pr. Cruel was my master, for he slew his father.