Seo. You did not tell me, my lord, that Cæsar ordered you to be shipwrecked. (Epicharis serves Pro. with wine.)
Pro. Well, ’twas his doing: I’ll bear no blame of it. Three days ago it was Cæsar’s intention to go to Greece; we must therefore be ready to meet him at Brundisium. Never had more stringent orders. Now he has forgot all about it, and gone to Rome: and I have lost a third of the fleet for nothing. May all the gods....
Ep. The fire took him to Rome.
Seo. The Romans, my lord, can never spare him long: their bread depends on him.
Pro. Can’t that old shrimper Tigellinus feed ’em on sprats?
Seo. Hi, hi!
Pro. Well, sir!
Seo. I shan’t tell.
Ep. The wine will soothe you, my lord. (Refilling his cup, she signs to Senecio, who goes out.)
Pro. Thank you, lass.