I meant thee to have follow’d—better thus.
Nay, if my people must be thralls of Rome,
He is gentle, tho’ a Roman.
[Sinks back into the arms of the Priestesses.
Antonius.
Thou art one
With thine own people, and tho’ a Roman I
Forgive thee, Camma.
Camma (raising herself).
“Camma!”—why there again