Calpurnius: Help! Romans, help!
[The two men gag him.]
Gleva: Do him no hurt!
[They lay him on the bank. Gleva goes to him.]
No, I cannot conquer Rome, but one Roman--yes. You taught me, Calpurnius, the lesson of the road. I thank you. I learn another lesson. (She is speaking very gently.) On that long, crowded way from the edge of Gaul to Rome many a soldier of your legion will be lost--lost and remain unheard of. Calpurnius, you shall stay with me, reign with me, over me. You shall forget Rome.
[Once more the trumpet sounds only more faintly. Calpurnius utters a stifled groan. The morning broadens. A cracking of bushes is heard. From the right enters third attendant excitedly.]
Attendant: Mistress! Mistress!
Gleva: Well?
[She turns, stands between Calpurnius and attendants, e. g.:
Bran.