Mess.She swam to shore unharmed.
Ner.Thou wretch,
And comest thou here in thy master’s place
To bate mine anger? Forth and send him hither.
Fly, or I kill thee.
Mess.Pardon, great Cæsar, pardon.
The Admiral follows and will straight be here.
[Runs out.
Ner. (aside). Escaped! after such boast, escaped!
I am lost.—