True; and my friends may spy him And slay him as he runs. CAMMA. He is gone already. Oh look,—yon grove upon the mountain,—white In the sweet moon as with a lovelier snow! But what a blotch of blackness underneath! Sinnatus, you remember—yea, you must, That there three years ago—the vast vine-bowers Ran to the summit of the trees, and dropt Their streamers earthward, which a breeze of May Took ever and anon, and open’d out The purple zone of hill and heaven; there You told your love; and like the swaying vines— Yea,—with our eyes,—our hearts, our prophet hopes Let in the happy distance, and that all But cloudless heaven which we have found together In our three married years! You kiss’d me there For the first time. Sinnatus, kiss me now. SINNATUS. First kiss. (_Kisses her._) There then. You talk almost as if it Might be the last. CAMMA. Will you not eat a little? SINNATUS. No, no, we found a goat-herd’s hut and shared His fruits and milk. Liar! You will believe Now that he never struck the stag—a brave one Which you shall see to-morrow. CAMMA. I rise to-morrow In the gray dawn, and take this holy cup To lodge it in the shrine of Artemis. SINNATUS. Good! CAMMA. If I be not back in half an hour, Come after me. SINNATUS. What! is there danger? CAMMA. Nay, None that I know: ’tis but a step from here To the Temple. SINNATUS. All my brain is full of sleep. Wake me before you go, I’ll after you— After _me_ now! [_Closes door and exit._ CAMMA (_drawing curtains_). Your shadow. Synorix— His face was not malignant, and he said That men malign’d him. Shall I go? Shall I go? Death, torture— “He never yet flung back a woman’s prayer”— I go, but I will have my dagger with me. [_Exit._ SCENE III.—_Same as Scene I. Dawn._ Music and Singing in the Temple. _Enter SYNORIX watchfully, after him PUBLIUS and SOLDIERS._ SYNORIX. Publius! PUBLIUS. Here! SYNORIX. Do you remember what I told you? PUBLIUS. When you cry “Rome, Rome,” to seize On whomsoever may be talking with you, Or man, or woman, as traitors unto Rome. SYNORIX. Right. Back again. How many of you are there? PUBLIUS. Some half a score. [_Exeunt Soldiers and Publius._ SYNORIX.