It is impossible! It cannot be!
Uter. Oh! this, indeed, is damned treachery.
My dear Aurelius, let not stupor choak
The worthy feeling of a just revenge.
Courage, Aurelius! courage, my dear brother!
Aur. Speak on, speak on, and end thy sad discourse!
Mes. Thy friends in Britain long suspected this,
And to each port despatch’d their trusty spies,
To learn what vessels there for Rome were bound.
Haply that which hither hath convey’d me,