A strange anxiety. If he’s dead, my money is lost,
My forty pounds all gone. I’ll learn the truth at once—
The news, sir, that ye bring, concerns it the old man’s son?
Ph. (aside). We’re in for it.
Pam. (aside). Put him off. Say we bear secret tidings.— 830
Nuspiol onayrmico.
Ph.My lord, sir, will not speak
But only with lord Menedemus.
Chr. (aside). That’s unfortunate.
How shall I find it out? Menedemus is gone from home: