As scarce his act:--a random stroke: all else
Was love for you: he prays you to believe him.
CAMMA.
I pray him to believe--that I believe him.
MESSENGER.
Why that is well. You mean to marry him?
CAMMA.
I mean to marry him--if that be well.
MESSENGER.
This very day the Romans crown him king
For all his faithful services to Rome.
He wills you then this day to marry him,
And so be throned together in the sight
Of all the people, that the world may know
You twain are reconciled, and no more feuds
Disturb our peaceful vassalage to Rome.
CAMMA.
To-day? Too sudden. I will brood upon it.
When do they crown him?
MESSENGER.
Even now.
CAMMA.
And where?
MESSENGER.
Here by your temple.
CAMMA.
Come once more to me
Before the crowning,--I will answer you.
[_Exit Messenger_.
PHOEBE.
Great Artemis! O Camma, can it be well,
Or good, or wise, that you should clasp a hand
Red with the sacred blood of Sinnatus?
CAMMA.
Good! mine own dagger driven by Synorix found
All good in the true heart of Sinnatus,
And quench'd it there for ever.
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