_Chr._ (_aside_). That’s unfortunate. How shall I find it out? Menedemus is gone from home: I’m sure he’d wish them to tell me; and ’twould be kindness’ self Gently to break the news to the poor old man. Suppose I say that I’m Menedemus. I’m sure that scowling fellow Would drive him out of his wits with fright. Ay, so I’ll do.— Sir, tell your master that I’m Menedemus. _Pam._ (_to Phil._). Ho; the deuce! What’s to be done? _Ph._ (_to Pam._). The old liar. It’s all the same in the end. He’ll tell Menedemus for us. Go on. _Pam._ VEQUAMIEL 840 SAREPO MANEAS, CAMERUSYN NÁSLONON. _Ph._ I am bid to tell thee, sir, the news is of thy son. _Chr._ Is’t bad news? _Ph._ Very bad. _Chr._ Alas! _Pam._ (_aside_). Now must my father Act for himself. He’ll not discover me. _Chr._ I pray, Tell me the worst. I am not entirely unprepared. Conceal nothing. _Pam._ BIOS EMELTO ORMIMOS NASEPHON FELDIDO BO CHRYSNOTAPAROYS. _Ph._ Clinia, thy son, was slain in battle by the prince NASEPHON on the plains Of CHRYSNOTAPAROYS. _Chr._ (_aside_). My money is paid for nothing: how very provoking! But now 850 I must not forget the part I am playing. I must affect In some degree the sorrow which Menedemus would feel.— Alas, my dear son, ah, alas, my dear son, slain, Slain dead upon the plains of ... _Pam._ CHRYSNOTAPAROYS. _Chr._ Of CHRYSNOTAPAROYS. Alas! how was he slain? _Ph._ My master now will tell. _Pam._ HASTORIPESON NON. _Ph._ They pierced him through with spears. _Pam._ BO NASLON TYVAMO. _Chr._ What’s that? _Ph._ They cut off his head. _Pam._ VEM DRESCHIM PAILEKIN. _Ph._ They tore him limb from limb. _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. _Ph._ We thank thee. _Pam._ CATROS USCORINO FRICOSAN NON. _Ph._ They flayed him alive. _Pam._ (_aside to Phil._). You’ve killed him twice. _Chr._ O horror! _Ph._ (_aside to Pam._). Give me a long one now.— _Pam._ PERMASON CRALTI ABRITHEOS NASOLION, ILNO SYNORPIN MUDI.