I fear not.
Synorix.
Then do not tell him.
Or tell him, if you will, when you return,
When you have charm’d our general into mercy,
And all is safe again. O dearest lady,
[Murmurs of “Synorix! Synorix!” heard outside.
Think,—torture,—death,—and come.
Camma.
I will, I will.