That thou hast tidings of me.
Eum.Not to tell
Thy grandsire, son? He scarce hath eat or drunk
While thou hast been away: ’twere well he knew,
And quickly; for an hour is much to one
Whose life leans on the grave.
Tel.My safe return
Can be no secret, but my hiding-place
Must not be known: therefore I would not have
Thee for my herald. Thou mayst bid my mother