Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 6

by Robert Bridges

[Exit.

Se^o. And me, with a wife and family. I care not.

1st Off. (paying). Thou’lt be buried with thy jars, Epicharis.

Ep. Balmed in good wine, eh! Add me yet a denarius for lord Senecio’s drink.

Se^o. Two; I have drunk two.

1st Off. Here’s for him.

Se^o. (drinking). Your health, sir! If you wish to know the cause of all this, I can inform you. ’Tis the emperor’s cursed singing hath done it. He hath offended the gods. To call himself Apollo on the one hand, and on the other to sing in the theatre. What else could he expect? I give him his due, he cares not for the gods.

Ep. He doth not, sir.

Se^o. Nor I either: not much.

1st Off. Good-night, lass: may we meet again!