Thy turn, Galatian King. Drink and drink deep—our marriage will be fruitful. Drink and drink deep, and thou wilt make me happy. [_SYNORIX goes up to her. She hands him the cup. He drinks._ SYNORIX. There, Camma! I have almost drain’d the cup— A few drops left. CAMMA. Libation to the Goddess. [_He throws the remaining drops on the altar and gives CAMMA the cup._ CAMMA (_placing the cup on the altar_). Why then the Goddess hears. [_Comes down and forward to tripod. ANTONIUS follows._ Antonius, Where wast thou on that morning when I came To plead to thee for Sinnatus’s life, Beside this temple half a year ago? ANTONIUS. I never heard of this request of thine. SYNORIX (_coming forward hastily to foot of tripod steps_). I sought him and I could not find him. Pray you, Go on with the marriage rites. CAMMA. Antonius—— “Camma!” who spake? ANTONIUS. Not I. PHŒBE. Nor any here. CAMMA. I am all but sure that some one spake. Antonius, If you had found him plotting against Rome, Would you have tortured Sinnatus to death? ANTONIUS. No thought was mine of torture or of death, But had I found him plotting, I had counsell’d him To rest from vain resistance. Rome is fated To rule the world. Then, if he had not listen’d, I might have sent him prisoner to Rome. SYNORIX. Why do you palter with the ceremony? Go on with the marriage rites. CAMMA. They are finish’d. SYNORIX. How! CAMMA. Thou hast drunk deep enough to make me happy. Dost thou not feel the love I bear to thee Glow thro’ thy veins? SYNORIX. The love I bear to thee Glows thro’ my veins since first I look’d on thee. But wherefore slur the perfect ceremony? The sovereign of Galatia weds his Queen. Let all be done to the fullest in the sight Of all the Gods. (_Starts._) This pain—what is it?—again? I had a touch of this last year—in—Rome. Yes, yes. (_To ANTONIUS._) Your arm—a moment—It will pass. I reel beneath the weight of utter joy— This all too happy day, crown—queen at once. [_Staggers._