Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 6Bridges, Robert
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Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 6
Bridges, Robert
English drama; English poetry
_Pro._ She would tell
Nothing of her confederates, unless
I brought together certain officers,
Whose loyalty I know suspicious.
_Ner._ Dost thou? By God,
I’ll have théir names.
_Pro._ I was to sail to Rome,
And seize the granaries.
_Ner._ Enough. Now, madam;
What dost thou answer?
_Ep._ If Cæsar need an answer
To a charge so empty, ’tis enough to say
I have never been in Rome.
_Ner._ ’Tis not enough.
Didst thou speak to the Admiral in the sense
He avers?
_Ep._ I humbly crave great Cæsar’s pardon
For jesting with his name.
_Ner._ Thou didst? and why?
_Ep._ Here is my witness; Lord Senecio
Will say that my story is true. Holding with him
Some talk of Proculus, I laid a wager
That I could make the Admiral believe
Anything, no matter how ridiculous:
And this we hit on. Then straight he comes in,
And if I went too far, ’twas in my fear
To lose my money.
_Ner._ Is this so, Senecio?
_SENECIO._
’Twas so, sire; I backed the Admiral, and lost.
_Ner._ (_to Proc._). You sailors are so clumsy. You are a fool.
_Pro._ Sire! on my life ’twas true. ’Twas not a jest:
She would outface me.
_VATINIUS._
As Octavia did
That old sea-mutton Anicetus.
_Tig._ Hish!
_Ner._ First, sir,
Send me these same suspicious officers.
Meanwhile for her,—thy rank may win thy tale
So much respect,—she goes not free. (_To Tig._) Good master,
Keep her in custody.
_Ep._ (_aside to Proculus_). Hear me! I warn thee.
Join, or be first to die!
_Pro._ Now, Cæsar, again
She invites me to conspire.
_Ner._ Come, man; she mocks thee:
She hath won the privilege. (_To Tig._) Take her away;
But treat her well. You follow me: I go
To judge the cases argued yesterday.
No folly, Proculus, like being in earnest,
When others are all jesting.
[_Exeunt. Tigellinus with Epicharis: Proculus
and Vatinius with Nero._
SCENE · 4
_A room in Piso’s house._
_Enter PISO with NATALIS._
_PISO_ (_at door_).
Show them in here, Natalis; I must see them.
[_Exit Nat._
’Tis dangerous: Rufus should know better. Five,
Five of them here together! ’tis enough
To damn an innocent: mere information
By any vagabond. Why should they come?
_Re-enter Natalis with Rufus, Lateranus, Lucan, Flavus and Asper._
Come in, my lords; come in.
_All._ Good-day, Lord Piso.
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