Chapter 16

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. 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_). 'To the admired Camma,--beheld you afar off--loved you--sends you this cup--the cup we use in our marriages--cannot at present write himself other than 'A GALATIAN SERVING BY FORCE IN THE ROMAN LEGION.'

Serving by force! Were there no boughs to hang on, Rivers to drown in? Serve by force? No force Could make me serve by force.

SYNORIX. How then, my lord? The Roman is encampt without your city-- The force of Rome a thousand-fold our own. Must all Galatia hang or drown herself? And you a Prince and Tetrarch in this province--

SINNATUS. Province!

SYNORIX. Well, well, they call it so in Rome.

SINNATUS (_angrily_). Province!

SYNORIX. A noble anger! but Antonius To-morrow will demand your tribute--you, Can you make war? Have you alliances? Bithynia, Pontus, Paphlagonia? We have had our leagues of old with Eastern kings. There is my hand--if such a league there be. What will you do?

SINNATUS. Not set myself abroach And run my mind out to a random guest Who join'd me in the hunt. You saw my hounds True to the scent; and we have two-legg'd dogs Among us who can smell a true occasion, And when to bark and how.

SYNORIX. My good Lord Sinnatus, I once was at the hunting of a lion. Roused by the clamour of the chase he woke, Came to the front of the wood--his monarch mane Bristled about his quick ears--he stood there Staring upon the hunter. A score of dogs Gnaw'd at his ankles: at the last he felt The trouble of his feet, put forth one paw, Slew four, and knew it not, and so remain'd Staring upon the hunter: and this Rome Will crush you if you wrestle with her; then Save for some slight report in her own Senate Scarce know what she has done. (_Aside_.) Would I could move him, Provoke him any way! (_Aloud_.) The Lady Camma, Wise I am sure as she is beautiful, Will close with me that to submit at once Is better than a wholly-hopeless war, Our gallant citizens murder'd all in vain, Son, husband, brother gash'd to death in vain, And the small state more cruelly trampled on Than had she never moved.

CAMMA. 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. (_Snatches paper_.) No more. What follows is for no wife's eyes. O Camma, Rome has a glimpse of this conspiracy; Rome never yet hath spar'd conspirator. Horrible! flaying, scourging, crucifying------

CAMMA. I am tender enough. Why do you practise on me?

SYNORIX. Why should I practise on you? How you wrong me! I am sure of being every way malign'd. And if you should betray me to your husband------

CAMMA. Will _you_ betray him by this order?

SYNORIX. See, I tear it all to pieces, never dream'd Of acting on it. [_Tears the paper_.

CAMMA. I owe you thanks for ever.

SYNORIX. Hath Sinnatus never told you of this plot?

CAMMA. What plot?

SYNORIX. A child's sand-castle on the beach For the next wave--all seen,--all calculated, All known by Rome. No chance for Sinnatus.

CAMMA. Why said you not as much to my brave Sinnatus?

SYNORIX. Brave--ay--too brave, too over-confident, Too like to ruin himself, and you, and me! Who else, with this black thunderbolt of Rome Above him, would have chased the stag to-day In the full face of all the Roman camp? A miracle that they let him home again, Not caught, maim'd, blinded him.

[CAMMA _shudders_.

(_Aside_.) I have made her tremble. (_Aloud_.) I know they mean to torture him to death. I dare not tell him how I came to know it; I durst not trust him with--my serving Rome To serve Galatia: you heard him on the letter. Not say as much? I all but said as much. I am sure I told him that his plot was folly. I say it to you--you are wiser--Rome knows all, But you know not the savagery of Rome.

CAMMA. O--have you power with Rome? use it for him!

SYNORIX. Alas! I have no such power with Rome. All that Lies with Antonius.

[_As if struck by a sudden thought. Comes over to her_.

He will pass to-morrow In the gray dawn before the Temple doors. You have beauty,--O great beauty,--and Antonius, So gracious toward women, never yet Flung back a woman's prayer. Plead to him, I am sure you will prevail.

CAMMA. Still--I should tell My husband.

SYNORIX. Will he let you plead for him To a Roman?

CAMMA. I fear not.

SYNORIX. Then do not tell him. Or tell him, if you will, when you return, When you have charm'd our general into mercy, And all is safe again. O dearest lady,

[_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?

GAMMA. 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. True; and my friends may spy him And slay him as he runs.

CAMMA. He is gone already. Oh look,--yon grove upon the mountain,--white In the sweet moon as with a lovelier snow! But what a blotch of blackness underneath! Sinnatus, you remember--yea, you must, That there three years ago--the vast vine-bowers Ran to the summit of the trees, and dropt Their streamers earthward, which a breeze of May Took ever and anon, and open'd out The purple zone of hill and heaven; there You told your love; and like the swaying vines-- Yea,--with our eyes,--our hearts, our prophet hopes Let in the happy distance, and that all But cloudless heaven which we have found together In our three married years! You kiss'd me there For the first time. Sinnatus, kiss me now.

SINNATUS. First kiss. (_Kisses her_.) There then. You talk almost as if it Might be the last.

CAMMA. Will you not eat a little?

SINNATUS. No, no, we found a goat-herd's hut and shared His fruits and milk. Liar! You will believe Now that he never struck the stag--a brave one Which you shall see to-morrow.

CAMMA. I rise to-morrow In the gray dawn, and take this holy cup To lodge it in the shrine of Artemis.

SINNATUS. Good!

CAMMA. If I be not back in half an hour, Come after me.

SINNATUS. What! is there danger?

CAMMA. Nay, None that I know: 'tis but a step from here To the Temple.

SINNATUS. All my brain is full of sleep. Wake me before you go, I'll after you-- After _me_ now! [_Closes door and exit_.

CAMMA (_drawing curtains_). Your shadow. Synorix-- His face was not malignant, and he said That men malign'd him. Shall I go? Shall I go? Death, torture-- 'He never yet flung back a woman's prayer'-- I go, but I will have my dagger with me.

[_Exit_.