Part 48 (1/2)

PHOEBE.

We will let her know.

[_Signs to one of the Priestesses, who goes out_.

Since Camma fled from Synorix to our Temple, And for her beauty, stateliness, and power, Was chosen Priestess here, have you not mark'd Her eyes were ever on the marble floor?

To-day they are fixt and bright--they look straight out.

Hath she made up her mind to marry him?

PRIESTESS.

To marry him who stabb'd her Sinnatus.

You will not easily make me credit that.

PHOEBE.

Ask her.

_Enter_ CAMMA _as Priestess (in front of the curtains_).

PRIESTESS.

You will not marry Synorix?

CAMMA.

My girl, I am the bride of Death, and only Marry the dead.

PRIESTESS.

Not Synorix then?

CAMMA.

My girl, At times this oracle of great Artemis Has no more power than other oracles To speak directly.

PHOEBE.

Will you speak to him, The messenger from Synorix who waits Before the Temple?

CAMMA.

Why not? Let him enter.

[_Comes forward on to step by tripod.

Enter a_ MESSENGER.

MESSENGER (_kneels_).

Greeting and health from Synorix! More than once You have refused his hand. When last I saw you, You all but yielded. He entreats you now For your last answer. When he struck at Sinnatus-- As I have many a time declared to you-- He knew not at the moment who had fasten'd About his throat--he begs you to forget it.

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.