Mes. This packet, then, I fear, will news contain
The most afflicting.
Aurelius reads.
These letters we in haste despatch, to tell you
Of your dear father’s death, and to forewarn you
Of your own danger:—murder most foul hath ta’en him.
Vortigern on the Scots hath laid the murder;
Yet, under this pretence, much lies conceal’d.
Till you arrive, he is to rule deputed:
But as you prize your lives return not yet.