(_As epilogue._)
_Scene withdraws and shows Seneca’s garden in the suburbs: a table set
out under a tree._
_Enter SENECA, THRASEA, and PRISCUS._
_SENECA._
This way: I have bid them set a table, Thrasea,
Under my favourite tree. Here let us sit,
And watch the April sunset; the mild air
Permits this summer pleasure.
_THRASEA._
I long doubted
Whether to come upon an invitation
Written before these troubles. 2575
_Sen._ You did well
Not to desert me. Fannia too shall comfort
My grieved Paullina.—Here is the best wine
Of all my vineyards: drink to my long journey:—
But first remember solemnly our friends
Who have already died to-day: I pour
This cup to them, and specially must name
My nephew Lucan.
_Thr._ ’Tis an ancient custom.
_Sen._ (_offering to Thrasea_). And should be kept.
_Thr._ (_taking and sprinkling_). I’ll name the gentle Piso.
_PRISCUS_ (_taking from Thrasea_).