Not say as much? I all but said as much.
I am sure I told him that his plot was folly.
I say it to you--you are wiser--Rome knows all,
But you know not the savagery of Rome.
CAMMA.
O--have you power with Rome? use it for him!
SYNORIX.
Alas! I have no such power with Rome. All that
Lies with Antonius.
[_As if struck by a sudden thought. Comes over to her_.
He will pass to-morrow
In the gray dawn before the Temple doors.
You have beauty,--O great beauty,--and Antonius,
So gracious toward women, never yet
Flung back a woman's prayer. Plead to him,
I am sure you will prevail.
CAMMA.
Still--I should tell
My husband.
SYNORIX.
Will he let you plead for him
To a Roman?
CAMMA.
I fear not.
SYNORIX.
Then do not tell him.
Or tell him, if you will, when you return,
When you have charm'd our general into mercy,
And all is safe again. O dearest lady,
[_Murmurs of_ 'Synorix! Synorix!' _heard outside_.
Think,--torture,--death,--and come.
CAMMA.
I will, I will.
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