The cup; and The falconTennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron
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The cup; and The falcon
Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron
English drama -- 19th century
No Sinnatus yet—and there the rising moon.
[_Takes up a cithern
and sits on couch.
Plays and sings._
“Moon on the field and the foam,
Moon on the waste and the wold,
Moon bring him home, bring him home
Safe from the dark and the cold,
Home, sweet moon, bring him home,
Home with the flock to the fold—
Safe from the wolf”——
(_Listening._) Is he coming? I thought I heard
A footstep. No not yet. They say that Rome
Sprang from a wolf. I fear my dear lord mixt
With some conspiracy against the wolf.
This mountain shepherd never dream’d of Rome.
(_Sings._) “Safe from the wolf to the fold”——
And that great break of precipice that runs
Thro’ all the wood, where twenty years ago
Huntsman, and hound, and deer were all neck-broken!
Nay, here he comes.
_Enter SINNATUS followed by SYNORIX._
SINNATUS (_angrily_).
I tell thee, my good fellow,
_My_ arrow struck the stag.
SYNORIX
But was it so?
Nay, you were further off: besides the wind
Went with _my_ arrow.
SINNATUS.
I am sure _I_ struck him.
SYNORIX.
And I am just as sure, my lord, _I_ struck him.
(_Aside._) And I may strike your game when you are gone.
CAMMA.
Come, come, we will not quarrel about the stag.
I have had a weary day in watching you.
Yours must have been a wearier. Sit and eat,
And take a hunter’s vengeance on the meats.
SINNATUS.
No, no—we have eaten—we are heated. Wine!
CAMMA.
Who is our guest?
SINNATUS.
Strato he calls himself.
[_CAMMA offers wine to
SYNORIX, while SINNATUS
helps himself._
SINNATUS.
I pledge you, Strato.
[_Drinks._
SYNORIX.
And I you, my lord.
[_Drinks._
SINNATUS (_seeing the cup sent to CAMMA_).
What’s here?
CAMMA.
A strange gift sent to me to-day.
A sacred cup saved from a blazing shrine
Of our great Goddess, in some city where
Antonius past. I had believed that Rome
Made war upon the peoples not the Gods.
SYNORIX.
Most like the city rose against Antonius,
Whereon he fired it, and the sacred shrine
By chance was burnt along with it.
SINNATUS.
Had you then
No message with the cup?
CAMMA.
Why, yes, see here.
[_Gives him the scroll._
SINNATUS (_reads_).
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