Was nothing privy to it. She is pale.
Ner. Come, sit you down, aunt: come, Petronius,
Lucan, be seated. Let not the horrid sight
Unwhet your appetites.
Petr. (to Luc.)That was no fit.[To Par.
He is dead. What if ’twere poison? Where’s the drink?
Par. ’Twas hurried out.
Luc.O God!
Ner. (to servts.) Serve out the wine.
We all must need a bumper; ’tis most natural.