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
[_Murmurs of_ “Synorix!
Synorix!” _heard
outside._
Think,—torture,—death,—and come.
CAMMA.
I will, I will.
And I will not betray you.
SYNORIX (_aside_).
(_As SINNATUS enters._) Stand apart.
_Enter SINNATUS and ATTENDANT._
SINNATUS.
Thou art that Synorix! One whom thou hast wrong’d
Without there, knew thee with Antonius.
They howl for thee, to rend thee head from limb.
SYNORIX.
I am much malign’d. I thought to serve Galatia.
SINNATUS.
Serve thyself first, villain! They shall not harm
My guest within my house. There! (_points to door_) there! this door
Opens upon the forest! Out, begone!
Henceforth I am thy mortal enemy.
SYNORIX.
However I thank thee (_draws his sword_); thou hast saved my life.
[_Exit._
SINNATUS.
(_To Attendant._) Return and tell them Synorix is not here.
[_Exit Attendant._
What did that villain Synorix say to you?
CAMMA.
Is _he—that_—Synorix?
SINNATUS.
Wherefore should you doubt it?
One of the men there knew him.
CAMMA.
Only one,
And he perhaps mistaken in the face.
SINNATUS.
Come, come, could he deny it? What did he say?
CAMMA.
What _should_ he say?
SINNATUS.
What _should_ he say, my wife!
He should say this, that being Tetrarch once
His own true people cast him from their doors
Like a base coin.
CAMMA.
Not kindly to them?
SINNATUS.
Kindly?
O the most kindly Prince in all the world!
Would clap his honest citizens on the back,
Bandy their own rude jests with them, be curious
About the welfare of their babes, their wives,
O ay—their wives—their wives. What should he say?
He should say nothing to my wife if I
Were by to throttle him! He steep’d himself
In all the lust of Rome. How should _you_ guess
What manner of beast it is?
CAMMA.
Yet he seem’d kindly,
And said he loathed the cruelties that Rome
Wrought on her vassals.
SINNATUS.
Did he, _honest_ man?
CAMMA.
And you, that seldom brook the stranger here,
Have let him hunt the stag with you to-day.
SINNATUS.
I warrant you now, he said _he_ struck the stag.
CAMMA.
Why no, he never touch’d upon the stag.
SINNATUS.
Why so I said, _my_ arrow. Well, to sleep.
[_Goes to close door._
CAMMA.
Nay, close not yet the door upon a night
That looks half day.
SINNATUS.
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