[_Brings out a cup and scroll from under his cloak._ What have I written to her? [_Reading the scroll._ “To the admired Camma, wife of Sinnatus, the Tetrarch, one who years ago, himself an adorer of our great goddess, Artemis, beheld you afar off worshipping in her Temple, and loved you for it, sends you this cup rescued from the burning of one of her shrines in a city thro’ which he past with the Roman army: it is the cup we use in our marriages. Receive it from one who cannot at present write himself other than “A GALATIAN SERVING BY FORCE IN THE ROMAN LEGION.” [_Turns and looks up to Boy._ Boy, dost thou know the house of Sinnatus? BOY. These grapes are for the house of Sinnatus— Close to the Temple. SYNORIX. Yonder? BOY. Yes. SYNORIX (_aside_). That I With all my range of women should yet shun To meet her face to face at once! My boy, [_Boy comes down rocks to him._ Take thou this letter and this cup to Camma, The wife of Sinnatus. BOY. Going or gone to-day To hunt with Sinnatus. SYNORIX. That matters not. Take thou this cup and leave it at her doors. [_Gives the cup and scroll to the Boy._ BOY. I will, my lord. [_Takes his basket of grapes and exit._ _Enter ANTONIUS._ ANTONIUS (_meeting the Boy as he goes out_). Why, whither runs the boy? Is that the cup you rescued from the fire? SYNORIX. I send it to the wife of Sinnatus, One half besotted in religious rites. You come here with your soldiers to enforce The long-withholden tribute: you suspect This Sinnatus of playing patriotism, Which in your sense is treason. You have yet No proof against him: now this pious cup Is passport to their house, and open arms To him who gave it; and once there I warrant I worm thro’ all their windings. ANTONIUS.