Why did I strike him?—having proof enough Against the man, I surely should have left That stroke to Rome. He saved my life too. Did he? It seem’d so. I have play’d the sudden fool. And that sets her against me—for the moment. Camma—well, well, I never found the woman I could not force or wheedle to my will. She will be glad at last to wear my crown. And I will make Galatia prosperous too, And we will chirp among our vines, and smile At bygone things till that (_pointing to SINNATUS_) eternal peace. Rome! Rome! _Enter PUBLIUS and SOLDIERS._ Twice I cried Rome. Why came ye not before? PUBLIUS. Why come we now? Whom shall we seize upon? SYNORIX (_pointing to the body of SINNATUS_). The body of that dead traitor Sinnatus. Bear him away. _Music and Singing in Temple._ END OF ACT I. ACT II. SCENE.—_Interior of the Temple of Artemis._ Small gold gates on platform in front of the veil before the colossal statue of the Goddess, and in the centre of the Temple a tripod altar, on which is a lighted lamp. Lamps (lighted) suspended between each pillar. Tripods, vases, garlands of flowers, etc., about stage. Altar at back close to Goddess, with two cups. Solemn music. Priestesses decorating the Temple. _Enter a PRIESTESS._ PRIESTESS. Phœbe, that man from Synorix, who has been So oft to see the Priestess, waits once more Before the Temple. PHŒBE. We will let her know. [_Signs to one of the Priestesses, who goes out._ Since Camma fled from Synorix to our Temple, And for her beauty, stateliness, and power, Was chosen Priestess here, have you not mark’d Her eyes were ever on the marble floor? To-day they are fixt and bright—they look straight out. Hath she made up her mind to marry him? PRIESTESS. To marry him who stabb’d her Sinnatus. You will not easily make me credit that. PHŒBE. Ask her. _Enter CAMMA as Priestess (in front of the curtains)._ PRIESTESS. You will not marry Synorix? CAMMA. My girl, I am the bride of Death, and only Marry the dead. PRIESTESS. Not Synorix then? CAMMA. My girl, At times this oracle of great Artemis Has no more power than other oracles To speak directly. PHŒBE. Will you speak to him, The messenger from Synorix who waits Before the Temple? CAMMA. Why not? Let him enter. [_Comes forward on to step by tripod._ _Enter a MESSENGER._