Cli. (to Epic.). Come, come, Epicharis, I pray thee!
Seo. Is this the gods, or is it not the gods? (drinks.)
Pro. That was the crash. 252
Cli. (dragging at Epic.). Thou shalt, thou must.
Ep. (freeing herself). One moment, Clitus, please!
Gri. (to Proc.). I ran to know, my lord, if you’ll have the boats.
Ep. Were any killed, Gripus? tell us.
Gri. ’Twas a wonder; all the folk had just left her, I near the last; I felt dizzy-like, and saw the street seem anyhow: then I looked at the theater, and she was full of crinks and chinks, when down she went all to pieces. A little sooner and we had been buried alive.
1st Off. Emperor and all.
Seo. O ye gods! (drinking) I drink to thee, old dustman (to Gripus).