Chr.Alas, my son! no hope.—
(Aside.) I don’t know what to say.—Barbarian beasts!
Ph.Oh, sir!
Wreak not thy wrath on us, the unwilling messengers
Of mournful tidings.
Chr.Pray don’t take me now for a fool:
I perfectly understand, that my obligation to you
Is as great as if the news you brought was good. Go on.
Pardon the hasty expression that burst from me in my woe.
If yet there is more, don’t scruple to tell it.