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Tennyson, Alfred Lord, 1809-1892

"Becket and other plays"


No, no, we found a goat-herd's hut and shared
His fruits and milk. Liar! You will believe
Now that he never struck the stag--a brave one
Which you shall see to-morrow.
CAMMA.
I rise to-morrow
In the gray dawn, and take this holy cup
To lodge it in the shrine of Artemis.
SINNATUS.
Good!
CAMMA.
If I be not back in half an hour,
Come after me.
SINNATUS.
What! is there danger?
CAMMA.
Nay,
None that I know: 'tis but a step from here
To the Temple.
SINNATUS.
All my brain is full of sleep.
Wake me before you go, I'll after you--
After _me_ now! [_Closes door and exit_.
CAMMA (_drawing curtains_).
Your shadow. Synorix--
His face was not malignant, and he said
That men malign'd him. Shall I go? Shall I go?
Death, torture--
'He never yet flung back a woman's prayer'--
I go, but I will have my dagger with me.
[_Exit_.

SCENE III.--_Same as Scene I. Dawn_.
Music and Singing in the Temple.

_Enter_ SYNORIX _watchfully, after him_ PUBLIUS _and_ SOLDIERS.


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