Becket and other playsTennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron
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Becket and other plays
Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron
Drama; Thomas, à Becket, Saint, 1118?-1170 -- Drama
As the curtain rises, Priestesses are heard singing in the Temple. Boy
discovered on a pathway among Rocks, picking grapes. A party of Roman
Soldiers, guarding a prisoner in chains, come down the pathway and
exeunt.
_Enter_ SYNORIX (_looking round_). _Singing ceases_.
SYNORIX.
Pine, beech and plane, oak, walnut, apricot,
Vine, cypress, poplar, myrtle, bowering in
The city where she dwells. She past me here
Three years ago when I was flying from
My Tetrarchy to Rome. I almost touch'd her--
A maiden slowly moving on to music
Among her maidens to this Temple--O Gods!
She is my fate--else wherefore has my fate
Brought me again to her own city?--married
Since--married Sinnatus, the Tetrarch here--
But if he be conspirator, Rome will chain,
Or slay him. I may trust to gain her then
When I shall have my tetrarchy restored
By Rome, our mistress, grateful that I show'd her
The weakness and the dissonance of our clans,
And how to crush them easily. Wretched race!
And once I wish'd to scourge them to the bones.
But in this narrow breathing-time of life
Is vengeance for its own sake worth the while,
If once our ends are gain'd? and now this cup--
I never felt such passion for a woman.
[_Brings out a cup and scroll from under his cloak_.
What have I written to her?
[_Reading the scroll_.
'To the admired Gamma, wife of Sinnatus, the Tetrarch, one who years
ago, himself an adorer of our great goddess, Artemis, beheld you afar
off worshipping in her Temple, and loved you for it, sends you this
cup rescued from the burning of one of her shrines in a city thro'
which he past with the Roman army: it is the cup we use in our
marriages. Receive it from one who cannot at present write himself
other than 'A GALATIAN SERVING BY FORCE IN THE ROMAN LEGION.'
[_Turns and looks up to Boy_.
Boy, dost thou know the house of Sinnatus?
BOY.
These grapes are for the house of Sinnatus--
Close to the Temple.
SYNORIX.
Yonder?
BOY.
Yes.
SYNORIX (_aside_).
That I
With all my range of women should yet shun
To meet her face to face at once! My boy,
[_Boy comes down rocks to him_.
Take thou this letter and this cup to Camma,
The wife of Sinnatus.
BOY.
Going or gone to-day
To hunt with Sinnatus.
SYNORIX.
That matters not.
Take thou this cup and leave it at her doors.
[_Gives the cup and scroll to the Boy_.
BOY.
I will, my lord. [_Takes his basket of grapes and exit_.
_Enter_ ANTONIUS.
ANTONIUS (_meeting the Boy as he goes out_).
Why, whither runs the boy?
Is that the cup you rescued from the fire?
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