[A cry is heard far off, and a crash, then silence.
NERO. It is done.
I cannot look: peer seaward, one of you—
What do you see?
SENECA. Darkness, and veiled stars.
NERO. Is there no shimmer of a floating robe?
Pierce through the darkness!
BURRUS. Nothing visible.
NERO. I seem to see her lying amid shells,
And strange sea-things come round her wondering,
Inspecting her with cold and rheumy eyes.
The water sways her helpless up and down.
BURRUS. Caesar, you have no further need of me?
NERO. [Dreamily.] No, sir.
BURRUS. Good-night, and pleasant be thy dreams.
SENECA. Or me?