Synorix monologue (Act 6) — Becket and other plays

The love I bear to thee Glows thro' my veins since first I look'd on thee. But wherefore slur the perfect ceremony? The sovereign of Galatia weds his Queen. Let all be done to the fullest in the sight Of all the Gods. Nay, rather than so clip The flowery robe of Hymen, we would add Some golden fringe of gorgeousness beyond Old use, to make the day memorial, when Synorix, first King, Camma, first Queen o' the Realm, Drew here the richest lot from Fate, to live And die together. This pain--what is it?--again? I had a touch of this last year--in--Rome. Yes, yes. (_To_ ANTONIUS.) Your arm--a moment--It will pass. I reel beneath the weight of utter joy-- This all too happy day, crown--queen at once. [_Staggers_. O all ye Gods--Jupiter!--Jupiter! [_Falls backward_.