_Ful._ Praised be the gods, My lady, that thou’rt safe. _ Agr._ (_turning_). Polla is killed. [_Exit._ _Ful._ What, Polla! Killed! she said killed. Polla killed!2811 Ho! fellows, come within, nay, come within. _Sailors enter._ _SAILOR._ We are not fit, my lady. By thy leave, We are poor fishermen. _Ful._ Come, fellows, come. Which is the captain? _Sail._ Me, so please thee, lady. _Ful._ Ye have brought the empress safe, and for that service Shall have a good reward. But, tell me now, How came she in your boat? _Sail._ ’Twas thus, my lady. It being the feast, we smartened up the boat And pulled her close along the shore, to find 2820 A party of landsmen, such as love to visit Misenum, or be rowed across the bay To Pausilypum, lady, and Virgil’s villa. When, as we lay, the Augusta’s galley passed, Not half a cable’s length, and then we cheered, And after took no note of her, till Gripus, He cries, Look! see the galley. And there she was Laid on her beam-ends in the offing. Ho! We cried, and gave the alarm, and led the chase To reach her first: when presently she righted, 2830 Steadied, and trimmed her oars, and drew away. While we were wondering and talking of it I spied a something floating, and again Putting about, saw ’twas a swimmer’s head. Four other boats with ours made for it too; But we gave way with a will and held our own, And coming alongside, found ’twas the Augusta. I reached her out an oar, and I and my mate Lifted her in handsomely. Then she bad us Straight row her hither. She’s a most brave lady, Ay, and can swim. 2841 _Ful._ Know you no more? _Sail._ No, lady. We looked, but saw naught else, not even a spar. The Augusta told us there was none but she. _Ful._ What was the reason why the galley heeled? _Sail._ I cannot tell. _Ful._ What could it be? _Sail._ D’ye see, My lady, ’tis the Admiral’s boat, this galley. It’s not for me.... _Ful._ There’s not a breath of wind. _Sail._ The mischief was aboard. _Ful._ You know no more? _Sail._ Nothing, my lady. _Ful._ Then begone; to-morrow Come for your recompense. I know not yet 2850 The Augusta’s pleasure. _The Sailors._ Thank thee, thank thee, my lady. [_Exeunt Sailors._ _Ful._ ’Tis plain the men know nothing. _Sailor_ (_returning_). Please thee, lady, If not too bold, we’ll ask thee if the Augusta Has taken harm from being so long in the water.