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Rosamund (rushing down steps from

the choir). No, No, No, No! Fitzurse. This wanton here. De

Hold her away.

De Morville. I hold her.
Rosamund (held back by De Morville,
and stretching out her arms).

Mercy, mercy,
As you would hope for mercy.

Strike, I say. Grim. () God, O noble knights, O

sacrilege! Strike our Archbishop in his own cathe

dral ! The Pope, the King, will curse you -

the whole world Abhor you; ye will die the death of dogs! Nay, nay, good Tracy. [Lifts his arm.

Fitzurse. Answer not, but strike. De Tracy. There is my answer then. [Sword falls on Grim's arm, and

glances from it, wounding


Mine arm is sever'd. I can no more fight out the good fight

-- die Conqueror.

[Staggers into the chapel of St. Benedict. Becket (falling on his knees). At the

right hand of Power --Power and great glory - for thy Church,

O Lord Into Thy hands, O Lord — into Thy hands!

[Sinks prone. De Brito. This last to rid thee of a

world of brawls! [K’ills him. The traitor's dead, and will arise no more. Fitzurse. Nay, have we still’d him?

What! the great Archbishop ! Does he breathe? No? De Tracy. No, Reginald, he is dead.

[Storm bursts. 1 De Morville. Will the earth gape and

swallow us? De Brito.

The deed's done Away!

[De Brito, De Tracy, Fitzurse, rush

out, crying K’ingos men!' De Morville follows slowly. Flashes of lightning thro' the Cathedral. Rosamund seen kneeling by the

body of Becket. 1 A tremendous thunderstorm actually broke over the Cathedral as the murderers were leaving it.

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By Rome, our mistress, grateful that!

show'd her The weakness and the dissonance of our

clans, And how to crush them easily, Wretche"

race! And once I wish'd to scourge them to

bones. But in this narrow breathing-time of it Is vengeance for its own sake worth the

while, If once our ends are gain'd? and på

this cup

As the curtain rises, Priestesses are heard

singing in the Temple. Boy discovered on a pathway among Rocks, picking grapes. A party of Roman Soldiers, guarding a prisoner in chains, come

down the pathway and exeunt. Enter SYNORIX (looking round). Sing

ing ceases. Synorix. Pine, beech and plane, oak,

walnut, apricot, Vine, cypress, poplar, myrtle, The city where she dwells. She past me

here Three years ago when I was flying from My tetrarchy to Rome. I almost touch'd

her A maiden slowly moving on to music Among her maidens to this Temple

O Gods! She is my fate else wherefore has my

fate Brought me again to her own city?

married Since — married Sinnatus, the Tetrarch

here But if he be conspirator, Rome will

chain, Or slay him. I may trust to gain her

then When I shall have my tetrarchy restored

I never felt such passion for a woman.

[Brings out a cup and scroll fres

under his cloak. What have I written to her?

[Reading the serie ‘To the admired Camma, wife a Sinnatus, the Tetrarch, one who years ago, himself an adorer of our great get dess, Artemis, beheld you afar off worshir ping in her Temple, and loved you for it sends


this cup rescued from the bort ing of one of her shrines in a city thre which he past with the Roman army: is the cup we use in our marriages Receive it from one who cannot at press ent write himself other than "A GALATIAN SERVING BY FORCE


[Turns and looks up to E. Boy, dost thou know the houses

Boy. These grapes are for the box'
Close to the Temple.

of Sinnatus


Synorix (aside).

That I With all my range of women should yet

shun To meet her face to face at once! My


[Boy comes down rocks to him. Take thou this letter and this cup to

The wite of Sinnatus.

Going or gone to-day
To hunt with Sinnatus.

That matters not. Take thou this cup and leave it at her

(Gives the cup and scroll to the Boy.
Boy. I will, my lord.
[ Takes his basket of grapes and exit.

Antonius (meeting the Boy as he goes

out). Why, whither runs the boy? Is that the cup you rescued from the fire? Synorix. I send it to the wife of

Sinnatus, One half besotted in religious rites. You come here with your soldiers to

enforce Che long-withholden tribute : you suspect This Sinnatus of playing patriotism, Which in your sense is treason.


Well - I shall serve Galatia taking it, And save her from hersell, and be to

Rome More faithful than a Roman. [Turns and sees Camma coming.

Stand aside, Stand aside; here she comes !

[Watching Camma as she enters

with her Maid. Camma (to Maid). Where is he, girl? Maid.

You know the waterfall That in the summer keeps the mountain

side, But after rain o'erleaps a jutting rock And shoots three hundred feet. Camma. .

The stag is there? Maid. Seen in the thicket at the

bottom there But yester-even.

Camma. Good then, we will climb The mountain opposite and watch the

chase. [7hey descend the rocks and exeunt. Synorix (watching her). (Aside.) The

bust of Juno and the brows and

eyes Or Venus; face and form unmatchable ! Antonius. Why do you look at her

so lingeringly? Synorix. To see if years have changed

her. Antonius (sarcastically). Love her, do

you? Synorix. I envied Sinnatus when he

married her. Antonius. She knows it? Ha! Synorix. She- no, nor ev'n my face. Antonius. Nor Sinnatus either? Synorix.

No, nor Sinnatus. Antonius. Hot-blooded ! I have

heard them say in Rome, That your own people cast you from their

bounds, For some unprincely violence to a woman, As Rome did Tarquin.

Synorix. Well, if this were so, I here return like Tarquin -- for a crown. Antonius. And may be foil'd like

Tarquin, if you follow Not the dry light of Rome's straight-going

policy, But the fool-fire of love or lust, which


have yet

No proof against him: now this pious cup 's passport to their house, and open


(o him who gave it; and once there I

warrant worm thro' all their windings. Antonius.

If you prosper, Dur Senate, wearied of their tetrarchies, Cheir quarrels with themselves, their

spites at Rome, s like enough to cancel them, and throne Dne king above them all, who shall be

true to the Roman: and from what I heard

in Rome, Chis tributary crown may fall to you. Synorix. The king, the crown! their talk in Rome? is it so?

[Antonius nods.

May make you lose yourself, may even

drown you In the good regard of Rome. Synorix.

Tut fear me not; I ever had my victories among women. I am most true to Rome.

Antonius (aside). I hate the man! What filthy tools our Senate works with!

Still I must obey them. (Aloud.) Fare you well.

[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

[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

And tho' a stranger fain would be aliw
To join the hunt.

Sinnatus. Your name?

Strato, my de
Sinnatus. No Roman name?
Synorix. A Greek, my lord; .

1 That we Galatians are both Gréck


[Shouts and horns in the distet i Sinnatus. Hillo, the stag!

Synorix.) What, you are al-

furnish'd ? Give him a bow and arrows — foll


[Exit, followed by Huntet. Synorix. Slowly but surely - 1

see my way. It is the one step in the dark beyond Our expectation, that amazes us.

[Distant shouts and for Hillo! Hillo!

[Exit Synorix. Shouts and charms




upon her

Who are

Again, perhaps, to-day - her.

with him? I see no face that knows me. Shall I

risk it? I am a Roman now, they dare not touch

Frescoed figures on the walls. EYLE.

Moonlight outside. cushions on it. A small table : flagon of wine, cups, plate of gr** etc., also the cup of Scene I. Au with drapery on it. CAMMA enters, and opens curtainer

Camma. No Sinnatus yet-anutbre

the rising moon.
[ Takes up a cithern and sits on cam

Plays and sings.
Moon on the field and the foam,

Moon on the waste and the wold, Moon bring him home, bring him hese

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 thong

I heard A footstep. No, not yet. They say that

Rome Sprang from a wolf. I fear my jest

lord mixt


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


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


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


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

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 Cam

ma). 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.

Must all Galatia hang or drown herself? And you a Prince and Tetrarch in this

Sinnatus. Province !

Well, well, they
call it so in Rome.
Sinnatus (angrily). Province !
Synorix. A noble anger! but An-

tonius 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

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