1st Off. (to men). We’re safe here as anywhere, lads; if you keep an eye to the main-walls. It’s all plasterwork aloft.
Enter Clitus.
CLITUS.
Epicharis! Art thou here, Epicharis? 225
Pro. (to Epicharis). Who is this scared fellow?
Cli. Epicharis, ’tis come: the day is come! Fly from this place!
Ep. (to Proc.). ’Tis my poor brother, sir: heed him not; he is simple.
Cli. (come to Epi.). Seest thou not, ’tis the end, the day of wrath? The earth shakes and the dead rise from their tombs.
Pro. (to 1st Off.). By Pluto, if he be not one of them!
Ep. (to Clit.). Sit down quietly, Clitus, for a minute: I can speak with you presently.