Shall I risk it?
I am a Roman now, they dare not touch me.
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.
SlNNATUS.
Ay, ay, why not? What would you with me, man?
SYNORIX.
I am a life-long lover of the chase,
And tho' a stranger fain would be allow'd
To join the hunt.
SlNNATUS.
Your name?
SYNORIX.
Strato, my name.
SlNNATUS.
No Roman name?
SYNORIX.
A Greek, my lord; you know
That we Galatians are both Greek and Gaul.
[_Shouts and horns in the distance
SINNATUS.
Hillo, the stag! (_To_ SYNORIX.) What, you are all unfurnish'd?
Give him a bow and arrows--follow--follow.
[_Exit, followed by Huntsmen_.
SYNORIX.
Slowly but surely--till I see my way.
It is the one step in the dark beyond
Our expectation, that amazes us.
[_Distant shouts and horns_.
Hillo! Hillo!
[_Exit_ SYNORIX.
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