Camma.
(Reads) “You are to seize on Sinnatus,—if——”
Synorix.
(Snatches paper.) No more.
What follows is for no wife’s eyes. O Camma,
Rome has a glimpse of this conspiracy;
Rome never yet hath spar’d conspirator.
Horrible! flaying, scourging, crucifying——
Camma.
I am tender enough. Why do you practise on me?