SENECIO.
I do beg of you, my lord!
PROCULUS.
Why so frightened, sir, at a little trembling of the soil? Had the Gods any appetite to swallow you, think you that they would trouble to provide warnings for your escape?
Seo. I do pray you, my lord admiral, take me on board your galley for to-night; only for to-night.
Pro. We are under Cæsar’s orders to sail for the Adriatic, sir; else I might strain to make some cabin accommodation: but then that would be for the ladies. Epicharis, help this gentleman to wine; he’s nervous: some more drink, and I think he’ll be as brave as any of us.
EPICHARIS.
’Twill be at my cost, your excellence.
Pro. Nay, I’ll cover that. Come, drink, sir, and cheer your soul. That’s the only kindness I can do you.
Seo. Thank you, my lord, but I . . . (a rumbling heard.) Oh! oh! there it is again.