Then for your own sake, Lady, I say it with all gentleness, And for the sake of Sinnatus your husband, I must compel you. CAMMA (_drawing her dagger_). Stay!—too near is death. SYNORIX (_disarming her_). Is it not easy to disarm a woman? _Enter SINNATUS (seizes him from behind by the throat)._ SYNORIX (_throttled and scarce audible_). Rome! Rome! SINNATUS. Adulterous dog! SYNORIX (_stabbing him with CAMMA’S dagger_). What! will you have it? [_CAMMA utters a cry and runs to SINNATUS._ SINNATUS (_falls backward_). I have it in my heart—to the Temple—fly— For _my_ sake—or they seize on thee. Remember! Away—farewell! [_Dies._ CAMMA (_runs up the steps into the Temple, looking back_). Farewell! SYNORIX (_seeing her escape_). The women of the Temple drag her in. Publius! Publius! No, Antonius would not suffer me to break Into the sanctuary. She hath escaped. [_Looking down at SINNATUS._ “Adulterous dog!” that red-faced rage at me! Then with one quick short stab—eternal peace. So end all passions. Then what use in passions? To warm the cold bounds of our dying life And, lest we freeze in mortal apathy, Employ us, heat us, quicken us, help us, keep us From seeing all too near that urn, those ashes Which all must be. Well used, they serve us well. I heard a saying in Egypt, that ambition Is like the sea wave, which the more you drink, The more you thirst—yea—drink too much, as men Have done on rafts of wreck—it drives you mad. I will be no such wreck, am no such gamester As, having won the stake, would dare the chance Of double, or losing all. The Roman Senate, For I have always play’d into their hands, Means me the crown. And Camma for my bride— The people love her—if I win her love, They too will cleave to me, as one with her. There then I rest, Rome’s tributary king. [_Looking down on SINNATUS._