Gleva: Plays?
Calpurnius: And in the evening with a party of girls in their bravest, all without a care, to gallop in the cool along the Appian Way to Baiae and crowned with roses and violets have supper by the sea. Oh, to see one's women again--Lydia'll be getting on, by the way!--women dressed, jewelled, smelling of violets. Oh, just for a little while! By Castor and Pollux, I have deserved it.
Gleva (who has been listening in grief): Yes, you must go. (She goes to him and sits at his side.) I have a plan.
Calpurnius: Yes. (Absently.)
Gleva: Listen to me!--Calpurnius.
[He laughs affectionately at her pronunciation of his name.]
Calpurnius: Let me hear this wise plan!
Gleva: I will go with you.
Calpurnius (rising): What?
[Gleva pulls him down.]