Sir, I had once A boy who died a babe; but were he living And grown to man and Sinnatus will’d it, I Would set him in the front rank of the fight With scarce a pang. (_Rises._) Sir, if a state submit At once, she may be blotted out at once And swallow’d in the conqueror’s chronicle. Whereas in wars of freedom and defence The glory and grief of battle won or lost Solders a race together—yea—tho’ they fail, The names of those who fought and fell are like A bank’d-up fire that flashes out again From century to century, and at last May lead them on to victory—I hope so— Like phantoms of the Gods. SINNATUS. Well spoken, wife. SYNORIX (_bowing_). Madam, so well I yield. SINNATUS. I should not wonder If Synorix, who has dwelt three years in Rome And wrought his worst against his native land, Returns with this Antonius. SYNORIX. What is Synorix? SINNATUS. Galatian, and not know? This Synorix Was Tetrarch here, and tyrant also—did Dishonour to our wives. SYNORIX. Perhaps you judge him With feeble charity: being as you tell me Tetrarch, there might be willing wives enough To feel dishonour, honour. CAMMA. Do not say so. I know of no such wives in all Galatia. There may be courtesans for aught I know Whose life is one dishonour. _Enter ATTENDANT._ ATTENDANT (_aside_). My lord, the men! SINNATUS (_aside_). Our anti-Roman faction? ATTENDANT (_aside_). Ay, my lord. SYNORIX (_overhearing_). (_Aside._) I have enough—their anti-Roman faction. SINNATUS (_aloud_). Some friends of mine would speak with me without. You, Strato, make good cheer till I return. [_Exit._ SYNORIX. I have much to say, no time to say it in. First, lady, know myself am that Galatian Who sent the cup. CAMMA. I thank you from my heart. SYNORIX. Then that I serve with Rome to serve Galatia. That is my secret: keep it, or you sell me To torment and to death. [_Coming closer._ For your ear only— I love you—for your love to the great Goddess. The Romans sent me here a spy upon you, To draw you and your husband to your doom. I’d sooner die than do it. [_Takes out paper given him by Antonius._ This paper sign’d Antonius—will you take it, read it? there! CAMMA. (_Reads_) “You are to seize on Sinnatus,—if——” SYNORIX.