Pro. Off with you, my men: in five minutes I’ll be aboard. (To Epic.) Come, lass!
(Mariners go out with Gripus.)
Ep. Come where, my lord?
Pro. Why, aboard with me.
Ep. Ha ha! I thank you, but I cannot.
Pro. Wouldst thou be buried alive?
Ep. There is my old bed-ridden mother, my lord; I’ll not leave her. 275
Pro. Well, stick to your ship, like a true girl. You, Calvus, pay the charges and follow.
Seo. Who’s afraid now, my lord! Is it not the gods?
Pro. They take much pains to frighten us, sir.