What tidings would you feign?
Ph.That is as I should find him:
If soft, I’d handle him kindly: if hard, I’d say I’d seen you
Sick of a fever, enslaved, imprisoned, or, if required,
Dead and buried.
Clin.And so you would give him needless pain.
Pam. That is the question, Clinia; if you were sure of that,
You would not be hiding.
Clin.Nay, but the doubt will not excuse me
In doing the thing, which I still must hope would pain him most.