Camma monologue (Act 6) — Becket and other plays

(_raising herself_) 'CAMMA!'--why there again I am most sure that some one call'd. O women, Ye will have Roman masters. I am glad I shall not see it. Did not some old Greek Say death was the chief good? He had my fate for it, Poison'd. (_Sinks back again_.) Have I the crown on? I will go To meet him, crown'd! crown'd victor of my will-- On my last voyage--but the wind has fail'd-- Growing dark too--but light enough to row. Row to the blessed Isles! the blessed Isles!-- Sinnatus! Why comes he not to meet me? It is the crown Offends him--and my hands are too sleepy To lift it off. [PHOEBE _takes the crown off_. Who touch'd me then? I thank you. [_Rises, with outspread arms_. There--league on league of ever-shining shore Beneath an ever-rising sun--I see him-- 'Camma, Camma!' Sinnatus, Sinnatus! [_Dies_.