And if you should betray me to your husband------
CAMMA.
Will _you_ betray him by this order?
SYNORIX.
See,
I tear it all to pieces, never dream'd
Of acting on it. [_Tears the paper_.
CAMMA.
I owe you thanks for ever.
SYNORIX.
Hath Sinnatus never told you of this plot?
CAMMA.
What plot?
SYNORIX.
A child's sand-castle on the beach
For the next wave--all seen,--all calculated,
All known by Rome. No chance for Sinnatus.
CAMMA.
Why said you not as much to my brave Sinnatus?
SYNORIX.
Brave--ay--too brave, too over-confident,
Too like to ruin himself, and you, and me!
Who else, with this black thunderbolt of Rome
Above him, would have chased the stag to-day
In the full face of all the Roman camp?
A miracle that they let him home again,
Not caught, maim'd, blinded him.
[CAMMA _shudders_.
(_Aside_.) I have made her tremble.
(_Aloud_.) I know they mean to torture him to death.
I dare not tell him how I came to know it;
I durst not trust him with--my serving Rome
To serve Galatia: you heard him on the letter.
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