Ser. My lord, there's a messenger within
Desires access, has business of import,
Which to no ear but yours he must impart.
Enter Eugenio, disguised.
Pol. Admit him. Now, friend, your business with me.
Ser. If you be the Lord Polymetes.
Pol. The same.
Eug. My lord, I come from Athens with such news
As I daresay is welcome, though unlook'd for;
Your son Eugenio lives, whom you so long
Thought dead, and mourn'd for.
Pol. How? lives!
Eug. Upon my life, my lord, I saw him well
Within these few days.
Pol. Thanks for thy good news.
Reward him, Roscio. But now, tell me, friend,
Hast thou reveal'd this news to any man
In Syracuse but me?
Eug. To none, my lord:
At every place where I have stay'd in town,
Inquiring for your lordship's house, I heard
These tragic, but false, news; the contrary
I still conceal'd, though knew, intending first
Your lordship's ear should drink it.