Victory with laurel wreath adorn His earnest brows. Sicinius, farewell! [31] [32] [33] [33] ACT III. ACT III. Scene I—A Cloudy Morning in the Forum. Scene I—A Cloudy Morning in the Forum. Busy passing to and fro of citizens. Enter Cornelia and Tiberius, attended by two slaves. The former appears embarrassed, fluttered, and distressed, the latter troubled and concerned. Cor. Gods! How the people stare upon me, brother! Alas! They reek not of a woman's heart, But judge me bold and courting their attention, I who am hungry for one gaze alone, Yet can not find. So many days have passed, No tidings from my love hath reached mine ears, And rumors that he's dead hath driven me Close unto madness. All my slaves have sought, But failed to find him. I am desperate! Surely the ears of one who loves will hear, Surely the eyes of one who loves will see, And learn his fate, whether for good or ill. He will forgive me for exposing her He loveth to the gaze of multitudes! Tib. Ay, but most likely he was called to serve Rome in the latest skirmish with her foes. Thy fear it is unfounded. Cor. Nay, my child, The skirmishing they say is discontinued, And all who fought therein returned unto The camp, save only those who fell beneath The Sabine spears. My Love hath not been seen,[34] And I can rest no longer in my house. [34] [While they speak, the already clouded sky darkens so rapidly that all start and look out across the populated hills. A distant peal of thunder is heard, followed by a second, greater in volume. All press together, then a cry arises: "Way, make way! The sibyl of the vale would speak! She is inspired!" The dense crowd parts and all swing backward
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