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Tennyson, Alfred Lord, 1809-1892

"Becket and other plays"


SYNORIX.
Publius!
PUBLIUS.
Here!
SYNORIX.
Do you remember what
I told you?
PUBLIUS.
When you cry 'Rome, Rome,' to seize
On whomsoever may be talking with you,
Or man, or woman, as traitors unto Rome.
SYNORIX.
Right. Back again. How many of you are there?
PUBLIUS.
Some half a score.
[_Exeunt Soldiers and Publius_.
SYNORIX.
I have my guard about me.
I need not fear the crowd that hunted me
Across the woods, last night. I hardly gain'd
The camp at midnight. Will she come to me
Now that she knows me Synorix? Not if Sinnatus
Has told her all the truth about me. Well,
I cannot help the mould that I was cast in.
I fling all that upon my fate, my star.
I know that I am genial, I would be
Happy, and make all others happy so
They did not thwart me. Nay, she will not come.
Yet if she be a true and loving wife
She may, perchance, to save this husband. Ay!
See, see, my white bird stepping toward the snare.
Why now I count it all but miracle,
That this brave heart of mine should shake me so,
As helplessly as some unbearded boy's
When first he meets his maiden in a bower.


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