[_Footlights._]
Attendant: They have gone! The hill is empty; the camp is scattered.
Gleva: They march to the coast. The Valeria Victrix.
[_A movement from Calpurnius, who is working his hands free._]
Third Attendant: They are putting out to sea. The harbour's black with
ships. Some have reached the open water.
Gleva: All have gone.
Third Attendant: All. Already there's a wolf in the camp on the hill.
Calpurnius (_freeing his hands and mouth, plucks out his sword. He
buries it in his heart._) Rome! Rome! (_In a whisper._)
[_Gleva turns and sees Calpurnius dead. She stands motionless. Then
she waves her attendants away. They go silently. Gleva seats
herself by Calpurnius's side. She runs her hand over his hair._]
Gleva (_with a sob_): My Lord Calpurnius!
[The Curtain Falls Slowly.]
FOOTNOTE:
[Footnote 1: Acting rights of this play are reserved.]