Is it not wonderful, Valentinus? But the god has ceased to eat! Ah, Tertulla was forgetting! The libation! [Claps hands.] Wine! Bring wine, Nerva!
Pertinax.
[Alarmed.] It is not necessary, Tertulla!
Tertulla.
Nothing shall be omitted that pleases Faunus! Ho, Nerva!
Nerva.
[Appears between curtains.] Nerva here, Nerva there! Who calls Nerva now?
Tertulla.
Impudent and brazen one! Bring a goblet of honied wine! My father’s best!