But you know not the savagery of Rome.
Camma.
O—have you power with Rome? use it for him!
Synorix.
Alas! I have no such power with Rome. All that
Lies with Antonius.
[As if struck by a sudden thought. Comes over to her.
He will pass to-morrow
In the gray dawn before the Temple doors.
You have beauty,—O great beauty,—and Antonius,