[_Going._ SYNORIX. Farewell! ANTONIUS (_stopping_). A moment! If you track this Sinnatus In any treason, I give you here an order [_Produces a paper._ To seize upon him. Let me sign it. (_Signs it._) There “Antonius leader of the Roman Legion.” [_Hands the paper to SYNORIX. Goes up pathway and exit._ SYNORIX. Woman again!—but I am wiser now. No rushing on the game—the net,—the net. [_Shouts of_ “Sinnatus! Sinnatus!” _Then horn._ _Looking off stage._] He comes, a rough, bluff, simple-looking fellow. If we may judge the kernel by the husk, Not one to keep a woman’s fealty when Assailed by Craft and Love. I’ll join with him: I may reap something from him—come upon _her_ Again, perhaps, to-day—_her_. Who are with him? I see no face that knows me. Shall I risk it? I am a Roman now, they dare not touch me. I will. _Enter SINNATUS, HUNTSMEN and hounds._ Fair Sir, a happy day to you! You reck but little of the Roman here, While you can take your pastime in the woods. SINNATUS. Ay, ay, why not? What would you with me, man? SYNORIX. I am a life-long lover of the chase, And tho’ a stranger fain would be allow’d To join the hunt. SINNATUS. Your name? SYNORIX. Strato, my name. SINNATUS. No Roman name? SYNORIX. A Greek, my lord; you know That we Galatians are both Greek and Gaul. [_Shouts and horns in the distance._ SINNATUS. Hillo, the stag! (_To SYNORIX._) What, you are all unfurnish’d? Give him a bow and arrows—follow—follow. [_Exit, followed by Huntsmen._ SYNORIX. Slowly but surely—till I see my way. It is the one step in the dark beyond Our expectation, that amazes us. [_Distant shouts and horns._ Hillo! Hillo! [_Exit SYNORIX. Shouts and horns._ SCENE II.—_A Room in the Tetrarch’s House._ Frescoed figures on the walls. Evening. Moonlight outside. A couch with cushions on it. A small table with flagon of wine, cups, plate of grapes, etc., also the cup of Scene I. A chair with drapery on it. _CAMMA enters, and opens curtains of window._ CAMMA.