_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.
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