Nobleman.

Messenger.

By Rome, our mistress, grateful that show'd her

The weakness and the dissonance of or clans,

And how to crush them easily. Wretche race!

And once I wish'd to scourge them to the bones.

But in this narrow breathing-time of lite Is vengeance for its own sake worth the while,

If once our ends are gain'd? and now this cup:

I never felt such passion for a woman. [Brings out a cup and scroll from under his cloak. What have I written to her?

[Reading the scra

To the admired Camma, wife Sinnatus, the Tetrarch, one who years ago, himself an adorer of our great g dess, Artemis, beheld you afar off worship ping in her Temple, and loved you for it sends you this cup rescued from the bur ing of one of her shrines in a city thro which he past with the Roman army: * is the cup we use in our marriages Receive it from one who cannot at pres ent write himself other than

'A GALATIAN SERVING BY FORCE D THE ROMAN LEGION,' [Turns and looks up to Ft. Boy, dost thou know the house t Sinnatus? Boy. These grapes are for the hos of Sinnatus

Of 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 well