What _should_ he say, my wife!
He should say this, that being Tetrarch once
His own true people cast him from their doors
Like a base coin.
CAMMA.
Not kindly to them?
SINNATUS.
Kindly?
O the most kindly Prince in all the world!
Would clap his honest citizens on the back,
Bandy their own rude jests with them, be curious
About the welfare of their babes, their wives,
O ay--their wives--their wives. What should he say?
He should say nothing to my wife if I
Were by to throttle him! He steep'd himself
In all the lust of Rome. How should _you_ guess
What manner of beast it is?
CAMMA.
Yet he seem'd kindly,
And said he loathed the cruelties that Rome
Wrought on her vassals.
SINNATUS.
Did he, _honest_ man?
CAMMA.
And you, that seldom brook the stranger here,
Have let him hunt the stag with you to-day.
SINNATUS.
I warrant you now, he said _he_ struck the stag.
CAMMA.
Why no, he never touch'd upon the stag.
SINNATUS.
Why so I said, _my_ arrow.
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