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 net.
[_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--come upon _her_
Again, perhaps, to-day--_her_. Who are with him?
I see no face that knows me.
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