This pain--what is it?--again?
I had a touch of this last year--in--Rome.
Yes, yes. (_To_ ANTONIUS.) Your arm--a moment--It will pass.
I reel beneath the weight of utter joy--
This all too happy day, crown--queen at once.
[_Staggers_.
O all ye Gods--Jupiter!--Jupiter! [_Falls backward_.
CAMMA.
Dost thou cry out upon the Gods of Rome?
Thou art Galatian-born. Our Artemis
Has vanquish'd their Diana.
SYNORIX (_on the ground_).
I am poison'd.
She--close the Temple door. Let her not fly.
CAMMA (_leaning on tripod_).
Have I not drunk of the same cup with thee?
SYNORIX.
Ay, by the Gods of Rome and all the world,
She too--she too--the bride! the Queen! and I--
Monstrous! I that loved her.
CAMMA.
I loved _him_.
SYNORIX.
O murderous mad-woman! I pray you lift me
And make me walk awhile. I have heard these poisons
May be walk'd down.
[ANTONIUS _and_ PUBLIUS _raise him up_.
My feet are tons of lead,
They will break in the earth--I am sinking--hold me--
Let me alone.
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