Enter a Centurion.
CENTURION.
Annæus Seneca!
Sen. Well, sir: thy message? Art not thou Silvanus,
That stoodst with Rufus and with Subrius Flavus?
How hast thou wriggled out?
Cent.I am Silvanus,
And bring thee Cæsar’s bidding.
Sen.Is it death?
Cent. ’Tis death.