SYNORIX. I thank thee, Camma,—I thank thee. CAMMA (_turning to ANTONIUS_). Antonius, Much graced are we that our Queen Rome in you Deigns to look in upon our barbarisms. [_Turns, goes up steps to altar before the Goddess. Takes a cup from off the altar. Holds it towards ANTONIUS. ANTONIUS goes up to the foot of the steps, opposite to SYNORIX._ You see this cup, my lord. [_Gives it to him._ ANTONIUS. Most curious! The many-breasted mother Artemis Emboss’d upon it. CAMMA. It is old, I know not How many hundred years. Give it me again. It is the cup belonging our own Temple. [_Puts it back on altar, and takes up the cup of Act I. Showing it to ANTONIUS._ Here is another sacred to the Goddess, The gift of Synorix; and the Goddess, being For this most grateful, wills, thro’ me her Priestess, In honour of his gift and of our marriage, That Synorix should drink from his own cup. SYNORIX. I thank thee, Camma,—I thank thee. CAMMA. For—my lord— It is our ancient custom in Galatia That ere two souls be knit for life and death, They two should drink together from one cup, In symbol of their married unity, Making libation to the Goddess. Bring me The costly wines we use in marriages. [_They bring in a large jar of wine. CAMMA pours wine into cup._ (_To SYNORIX._) See here, I fill it. (_To ANTONIUS._) Will you drink, my lord? ANTONIUS. I? Why should I? I am not to be married. CAMMA. But that might bring a Roman blessing on us. ANTONIUS (_refusing cup_). Thy pardon, Priestess! CAMMA. Thou art in the right. This blessing is for Synorix and for me. See first I make libation to the Goddess, [_Makes libation._ And now I drink. [_Drinks and fills the cup again._