The cup; and The falconTennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron
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The cup; and The falcon
Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron
English drama -- 19th century
I have my guard about me.
I need not fear the crowd that hunted me
Across the woods, last night. I hardly gain’d
The camp at midnight. Will she come to me
Now that she knows me Synorix? Not if Sinnatus
Has told her all the truth about me. Well,
I cannot help the mould that I was cast in.
I fling all that upon my fate, my star.
I know that I am genial, I would be
Happy, and make all others happy so
They did not thwart me. Nay, she will not come.
Yet if she be a true and loving wife
She may, perchance, to save this husband. Ay!
See, see, my white bird stepping toward the snare.
Why now I count it all but miracle,
That this brave heart of mine should shake me so,
As helplessly as some unbearded boy’s
When first he meets his maiden in a bower.
_Enter CAMMA (with cup)._
SYNORIX.
The lark first takes the sunlight on his wing,
But you, twin sister of the morning star,
Forelead the sun.
CAMMA.
Where is Antonius?
SYNORIX.
Not here as yet. You are too early for him.
[_She crosses towards
Temple._
SYNORIX.
Nay, whither go you now?
CAMMA.
To lodge this cup
Within the holy shrine of Artemis,
And so return.
SYNORIX.
To find Antonius here.
[_She goes into the
Temple, he looks after
her._
The loveliest life that ever drew the light
From heaven to brood upon her, and enrich
Earth with her shadow! I trust she _will_ return.
These Romans dare not violate the Temple.
No, I must lure my game into the camp.
A woman I could live and die for. What!
Die for a woman, what new faith is this?
I am not mad, not sick, not old enough
To doat on one alone. Yes, mad for her,
Camma the stately, Camma the great-hearted,
So mad, I fear some strange and evil chance
Coming upon me, for by the Gods I seem
Strange to myself.
_Re-enter CAMMA._
CAMMA.
Where is Antonius?
SYNORIX.
Where? As I said before, you are still too early.
CAMMA.
Too early to be here alone with thee;
For whether men malign thy name, or no,
It bears an evil savour among women.
Where is Antonius? (_Loud._)
SYNORIX.
Madam, as you know
The camp is half a league without the city;
If you will walk with me we needs must meet
Antonius coming, or at least shall find him
There in the camp.
CAMMA.
No, not one step with thee.
Where is Antonius? (_Louder._)
SYNORIX (_advancing towards her_).
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