Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 3Bridges, Robert
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Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 3
Bridges, Robert
English drama; English poetry
_Ner._ Let him be, I say. 1660
His servants will attend him. Return to table:
We cannot spare you.
_Par._ (_to Oct._) Honoured lady, be hopeful:
For hath your noble brother e’er been taken
Like this, he may recover.
_Oct._ (_to Par._) Never—
Never! O never! he is dead! I knew it! [_Going._
_Ner._ (_to Oct._) Heh, sit you down. What could you do, I pray?
He will come round.
_Oct._ Oh! I will follow him.
[_Exit with servants who are carrying Brit._
_Petr._ (_to Par._) How happened it?
_Par._ (_to Petr._) He drank a draught of wine
Fresh mixed, and then fell back just as you saw.
What think you?
_Petr._ (_to Par._) Think you ’twas aught? 1670
_Par._ (_to Luc._) What think you?
_Luc._ Impossible.
_Dom._ (_aside_). He is poisoned. Yet my sister
Was nothing privy to it. She is pale.
_Ner._ Come, sit you down, aunt: come, Petronius,
Lucan, be seated. Let not the horrid sight
Unwhet your appetites.
_Petr._ (_to Luc._) That was no fit. [_To Par._
He is dead. What if ’twere poison? Where’s the drink?
_Par._ ’Twas hurried out.
_Luc._ O God!
_Ner._ (_to servts._) Serve out the wine.
We all must need a bumper; ’tis most natural.
I have known the mere revulsion to provoke
In a strong man a seizure similar 1680
To that which frighted him.
_Par._ (_aside_). ’Twould not amaze me,
Had he such drink to cheer him. [_All refuse drink._
_Pop._ (_to Nero_). I will not drink.
_Ner._ From my cup.
_Pop._ Well, from thine. [_Drinks._
_Luc._ (_aside_). He is self-betrayed.
_Ner._ Where were we?
_Petr._ At the point where Cæsar made me
Arbiter of his table. I shall ask
To inaugurate my office.
_Ner._ Do so, Petronius.
_Petr._ Then know you are all dismissed. Let all go home,
And for the prince’s safety offer up [_All rise._
What vows ye may unto the gods. Myself,
I set the example, and go first. Come, Lucan. [_Going._
_Ner._ Eh! eh! yet thus ’tis best. Good night, Petronius, 1691
Thou hast spoken well; may the gods hear thy prayers.
I wish you all good night.
_In disorder of going curtain falls._
ACT · IV
SCENE · 1
_The same. A public place. THRASEA and PRISCUS meeting._
_PRISCUS._
I was coming to your house.
_THRASEA._
’Tis well we meet.
How went it in the senate?
_Pr._ As you said.
A message read from Nero.
_Thr._ Seneca?
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