Third Attendant. Gleva. Calpurnius. Caransius.]
[Footlights.]
Attendant: They have gone! The hill is empty; the camp is scattered.
Gleva: They march to the coast. The Valeria Victrix.
[A movement from Calpurnius, who is working his hands free.]
Third Attendant: They are putting out to sea. The harbour's black with ships. Some have reached the open water.
Gleva: All have gone.
Third Attendant: All. Already there's a wolf in the camp on the hill.
Calpurnius (freeing his hands and mouth, plucks out his sword. He buries it in his heart.) Rome! Rome! (In a whisper.)
[Gleva turns and sees Calpurnius dead. She stands motionless. Then she waves her attendants away. They go silently. Gleva seats herself by Calpurnius's side. She runs her hand over his hair.]