[_A flourish of trumpets._ CAMMA. Is he crown’d? PHŒBE. Ay, there they crown him. [_Crowd without shout_, “Synorix! Synorix!” CAMMA (_rises_). [_A Priestess brings a box of spices to CAMMA, who throws them on the altar flame._ Rouse the dead altar-flame, fling in the spices, Nard, cinnamon, amomum, benzoin. Let all the air reel into a mist of odour, As in the midmost heart of Paradise. Lay down the Lydian carpets for the king. The king should pace on purple to his bride, And music there to greet my lord the king. [_Music._ (_To Phœbe._) Dost thou remember when I wedded Sinnatus? Ay, thou wast there—whether from maiden fears Or reverential love for him I loved, Or some strange second-sight, the marriage-cup Wherefrom we make libation to the Goddess So shook within my hand, that the red wine Ran down the marble and lookt like blood, like blood. PHŒBE. I do remember your first-marriage fears. CAMMA. I have no fears at this my second marriage. See here—I stretch my hand out—hold it there. How steady it is! PHŒBE. Steady enough to stab him! CAMMA. O hush! O peace! This violence ill becomes The silence of our Temple. Gentleness, Low words best chime with this solemnity. _Enter a procession of Priestesses and Children bearing garlands and golden goblets, and strewing flowers._ _Enter SYNORIX (as King, with gold laurel-wreath crown and purple robes), followed by ANTONIUS, PUBLIUS, Noblemen, Guards, and the Populace._ CAMMA. Hail, King! SYNORIX. Hail, Queen! The wheel of Fate has roll’d me to the top. I would that happiness were gold, that I Might cast my largess of it to the crowd! I would that every man made feast to-day Beneath the shadow of our pines and planes! For all my truer life begins to-day. The past is like a travell’d land now sunk Below the horizon—like a barren shore That grew salt weeds, but now all drown’d in love And glittering at full tide—the bounteous bays And havens filling with a blissful sea. Nor speak I now too mightily, being King And happy! happiest, Lady, in my power To make you happy. CAMMA. Yes, sir. SYNORIX.