_Cleopatra's sousing in the east harbor of Alexandria was in October
48 B. C. In March 47 she is passing the afternoon in her boudoir in
the palace, among a bevy of her ladies, listening to a slave girl who
is playing the harp in the middle of the room. The harpist's master,
an old musician, with a lined face, prominent brows, white beard,
moustache and eyebrows twisted and horned at the ends, and a
consciously keen and pretentious expression, is squatting on the floor
close to her on her right, watching her performance. Ftatateeta is in
attendance near the door, in front of a group of female slaves. Except
the harp player all are seated: Cleopatra in a chair opposite the door
on the other side of the room; the rest on the ground. Cleopatra's
ladies are all young, the most conspicuous being Charmian and Iras,
her favorites. Charmian is a hatchet faced, terra cotta colored little
goblin, swift in her movements, and neatly finished at the hands and
feet. Iras is a plump, goodnatured creature, rather fatuous, with a
profusion of red hair, and a tendency to giggle on the slightest
provocation._
CLEOPATRA. Can I----
FTATATEETA (_insolently, to the player_). Peace, thou! The Queen
speaks. (_The player stops._)
CLEOPATRA (_to the old musician_). I want to learn to play the harp
with my own hands. Caesar loves music. Can you teach me?
MUSICIAN. Assuredly I and no one else can teach the Queen. Have I not
discovered the lost method of the ancient Egyptians, who could make a
pyramid tremble by touching a bass string? All the other teachers are
quacks: I have exposed them repeatedly.
CLEOPATRA. Good: you shall teach me. How long will it take?
MUSICIAN. Not very long: only four years. Your Majesty must first
become proficient in the philosophy of Pythagoras.
CLEOPATRA. Has she (_indicating the slave_) become proficient in the
philosophy of Pythagoras?
MUSICIAN. Oh, she is but a slave. She learns as a dog learns.
CLEOPATRA. Well, then, I will learn as a dog learns; for she plays
better than you. You shall give me a lesson every day for a fortnight.
(_The musician hastily scrambles to his feet and bows profoundly._)
After that, whenever I strike a false note you shall be flogged; and
if I strike so many that there is not time to flog you, you shall be
thrown into the Nile to feed the crocodiles. Give the girl a piece of
gold; and send them away.
MUSICIAN (_much taken aback_). But true art will not be thus forced.
FTATATEETA (_pushing him out_). What is this? Answering the Queen,
forsooth. Out with you.
_He is pushed out by Ftatateeta, the girl following with her harp,
amid the laughter of the ladies and slaves._
CLEOPATRA. Now, can any of you amuse me? Have you any stories or any
news?
IRAS. Ftatateeta----
CLEOPATRA. Oh, Ftatateeta, Ftatateeta, always Ftatateeta. Some new
tale to set me against her.
IRAS. No: this time Ftatateeta has been virtuous. (_All the ladies
laugh--not the slaves._) Pothinus has been trying to bribe her to let
him speak with you.
CLEOPATRA (_wrathfully_). Ha! you all sell audiences with me, as if I
saw whom you please, and not whom I please. I should like to know how
much of her gold piece that harp girl will have to give up before she
leaves the palace.
IRAS. We can easily find out that for you.
_The ladies laugh._
CLEOPATRA (_frowning_). You laugh; but take care, take care. I will
find out some day how to make myself served as Caesar is served.
CHARMIAN. Old hooknose! (_They laugh again._)
CLEOPATRA (_revolted_). Silence. Charmian: do not you be a silly
little Egyptian fool. Do you know why I allow you all to chatter
impertinently just as you please, instead of treating you as
Ftatateeta would treat you if she were Queen?
CHARMIAN. Because you try to imitate Caesar in everything; and he lets
everybody say what they please to him.
CLEOPATRA. No; but because I asked him one day why he did so; and he
said "Let your women talk; and you will learn something from them."
What have I to learn from them? I said. "What they _are_," said he;
and oh! you should have seen his eye as he said it. You would have
curled up, you shallow things. (_They laugh. She turns fiercely on
Iras_) At whom are you laughing--at me or at Caesar?
IRAS. At Caesar.
CLEOPATRA. If you were not a fool, you would laugh at me; and if you
were not a coward you would not be afraid to tell me so. (_Ftatateeta
returns._) Ftatateeta: they tell me that Pothinus has offered you a
bribe to admit him to my presence.
FTATATEETA (_protesting_). Now by my father's gods----
CLEOPATRA (_cutting her short despotically_). Have I not told you not
to deny things? You would spend the day calling your father's gods to
witness to your virtues if I let you. Go take the bribe; and bring in
Pothinus. (_Ftatateeta is about to reply._) Don't answer me. Go.
_Ftatateeta goes out; and Cleopatra rises and begins to prowl to and
fro between her chair and the door, meditating. All rise and stand._
IRAS (_as she reluctantly rises_). Heigho! I wish Caesar were back in
Rome.
CLEOPATRA (_threateningly_). It will be a bad day for you all when he
goes. Oh, if I were not ashamed to let him see that I am as cruel at
heart as my father, I would make you repent that speech! Why do you
wish him away?
CHARMIAN. He makes you so terribly prosy and serious and learned and
philosophical. It is worse than being religious, at _our_ ages. (_The
ladies laugh._)
CLEOPATRA. Cease that endless cackling, will you. Hold your tongues.
CHARMIAN (_with mock resignation_). Well, well: we must try to live up
to Caesar.
_They laugh again. Cleopatra rages silently as she continues to prowl
to and fro. Ftatateeta comes back with Pothinus, who halts on the
threshold._
FTATATEETA (_at the door_). Pothinus craves the ear of the----
CLEOPATRA. There, there: that will do: let him come in. (_She resumes
her seat. All sit down except Pothinus, who advances to the middle of
the room. Ftatateeta takes her former place._) Well, Pothinus: what is
the latest news from your rebel friends?
POTHINUS (_haughtily_). I am no friend of rebellion. And a prisoner
does not receive news.
CLEOPATRA. You are no more a prisoner than I am--than Caesar is. These
six months we have been besieged in this palace by my subjects. You
are allowed to walk on the beach among the soldiers. Can I go further
myself, or can Caesar?
POTHINUS. You are but a child, Cleopatra, and do not understand these
matters.
_The ladies laugh. Cleopatra looks inscrutably at him._
CHARMIAN. I see you do not know the latest news, Pothinus.
POTHINUS. What is that?
CHARMIAN. That Cleopatra is no longer a child. Shall I tell you how to
grow much older, and much, _much_ wiser in one day?
POTHINUS. I should prefer to grow wiser without growing older.
CHARMIAN. Well, go up to the top of the lighthouse; and get somebody
to take you by the hair and throw you into the sea. (_The ladies
laugh._)
CLEOPATRA. She is right, Pothinus: you will come to the shore with
much conceit washed out of you. (_The ladies laugh. Cleopatra rises
impatiently._) Begone, all of you. I will speak with Pothinus alone.
Drive them out, Ftatateeta. (_They run out laughing. Ftatateeta shuts
the door on them._) What are _you_ waiting for?
FTATATEETA. It is not meet that the Queen remain alone with----
CLEOPATRA (_interrupting her_). Ftatateeta: must I sacrifice you to
your father's gods to teach you that _I_ am Queen of Egypt, and not
you?
FTATATEETA (_indignantly_). You are like the rest of them. You want to
be what these Romans call a New Woman. (_She goes out, banging the
door._)
CLEOPATRA (_sitting down again_). Now, Pothinus: why did you bribe
Ftatateeta to bring you hither?
POTHINUS (_studying her gravely_). Cleopatra: what they tell me is
true. You are changed.
CLEOPATRA. Do you speak with Caesar every day for six months: and
_you_ will be changed.
POTHINUS. It is the common talk that you are infatuated with this old
man.
CLEOPATRA. Infatuated? What does that mean? Made foolish, is it not?
Oh no: I wish I were.
POTHINUS. You wish you were made foolish! How so?
CLEOPATRA. When I was foolish, I did what I liked, except when
Ftatateeta beat me; and even then I cheated her and did it by stealth.
Now that Caesar has made me wise, it is no use my liking or disliking;
I do what must be done, and have no time to attend to myself. That is
not happiness; but it is greatness. If Caesar were gone, I think I
could govern the Egyptians; for what Caesar is to me, I am to the
fools around me.
POTHINUS (_looking hard at her_). Cleopatra: this may be the vanity of
youth.
CLEOPATRA. No, no: it is not that I am so clever, but that the others
are so stupid.
POTHINUS (_musingly_). Truly, that is the great secret.
CLEOPATRA. Well, now tell me what you came to say?
POTHINUS (_embarrassed_). I! Nothing.
CLEOPATRA. Nothing!
POTHINUS. At least--to beg for my liberty: that is all.
CLEOPATRA. For that you would have knelt to Caesar. No, Pothinus: you
came with some plan that depended on Cleopatra being a little nursery
kitten. Now that Cleopatra is a Queen, the plan is upset.
POTHINUS (_bowing his head submissively_). It is so.
CLEOPATRA (_exultant_). Aha!
POTHINUS (_raising his eyes keenly to hers_). Is Cleopatra then indeed
a Queen, and no longer Caesar's prisoner and slave?
CLEOPATRA. Pothinus: we are all Caesar's slaves--all we in this land
of Egypt--whether we will or no. And she who is wise enough to know
this will reign when Caesar departs.
POTHINUS. You harp on Caesar's departure.
CLEOPATRA. What if I do?
POTHINUS. Does he not love you?
CLEOPATRA. Love me! Pothinus: Caesar loves no one. Who are those we
love? Only those whom we do not hate: all people are strangers and
enemies to us except those we love. But it is not so with Caesar. He
has no hatred in him: he makes friends with everyone as he does with
dogs and children. His kindness to me is a wonder: neither mother,
father, nor nurse have ever taken so much care for me, or thrown open
their thoughts to me so freely.
POTHINUS. Well: is not this love?
CLEOPATRA. What! When he will do as much for the first girl he meets
on his way back to Rome? Ask his slave, Britannus: he has been just as
good to him. Nay, ask his very horse! His kindness is not for anything
in _me_: it is in his own nature.
POTHINUS. But how can you be sure that he does not love you as men
love women?
CLEOPATRA. Because I cannot make him jealous. I have tried.
POTHINUS. Hm! Perhaps I should have asked, then, do _you_ love _him_?
CLEOPATRA. Can one love a god? Besides, I love another Roman: one whom
I saw long before Caesar--no god, but a man--one who can love and
hate--one whom I can hurt and who would hurt me.
POTHINUS. Does Caesar know this?
CLEOPATRA. Yes
POTHINUS. And he is not angry.
CLEOPATRA. He promises to send him to Egypt to please me!
POTHINUS. I do not understand this man.
CLEOPATRA (_with superb contempt_). _You_ understand Caesar! How could
you? (_Proudly_) I do--by instinct.
POTHINUS (_deferentially, after a moment's thought_). Your Majesty
caused me to be admitted to-day. What message has the Queen for me?
CLEOPATRA. This. You think that by making my brother king, you will
rule in Egypt, because you are his guardian and he is a little silly.
POTHINUS. The Queen is pleased to say so.
CLEOPATRA. The Queen is pleased to say this also. That Caesar will eat
up you, and Achillas, and my brother, as a cat eats up mice; and that
he will put on this land of Egypt as a shepherd puts on his garment.
And when he has done that, he will return to Rome, and leave Cleopatra
here as his viceroy.
POTHINUS (_breaking out wrathfully_). That he will never do. We have a
thousand men to his ten; and we will drive him and his beggarly
legions into the sea.
CLEOPATRA (_with scorn, getting up to go_). You rant like any common
fellow. Go, then, and marshal your thousands; and make haste; for
Mithridates of Pergamos is at hand with reinforcements for Caesar.
Caesar has held you at bay with two legions: we shall see what he will
do with twenty.
POTHINUS. Cleopatra----
CLEOPATRA. Enough, enough: Caesar has spoiled me for talking to weak
things like you. (_She goes out. Pothinus, with a gesture of rage, is
following, when Ftatateeta enters and stops him._)
POTHINUS. Let me go forth from this hateful place.
FTATATEETA. What angers you?
POTHINUS. The curse of all the gods of Egypt be upon her! She has sold
her country to the Roman, that she may buy it back from him with her
kisses.
FTATATEETA. Fool: did she not tell you that she would have Caesar
gone?
POTHINUS. You listened?
FTATATEETA. I took care that some honest woman should be at hand
whilst you were with her.
POTHINUS. Now by the gods----
FTATATEETA. Enough of your gods! Caesar's gods are all powerful here.
It is no use _you_ coming to Cleopatra: you are only an Egyptian. She
will not listen to any of her own race: she treats us all as children.
POTHINUS. May she perish for it!
FTATATEETA (_balefully_). May your tongue wither for that wish! Go!
send for Lucius Septimius, the slayer of Pompey. He is a Roman: may be
she will listen to him. Begone!
POTHINUS (_darkly_). I know to whom I must go now.
FTATATEETA (_suspiciously_). To whom, then?
POTHINUS. To a greater Roman than Lucius. And mark this, mistress. You
thought, before Caesar came, that Egypt should presently be ruled by
you and your crew in the name of Cleopatra. I set myself against
it----
FTATATEETA (_interrupting him--wrangling_). Ay; that it might be ruled
by you and _your_ crew in the name of Ptolemy.
POTHINUS. Better me, or even you, than a woman with a Roman heart; and
that is what Cleopatra is now become. Whilst I live, she shall never
rule. So guide yourself accordingly. (_He goes out._)
_It is by this time drawing on to dinner time. The table is laid on
the roof of the palace; and thither Rufio is now climbing, ushered by
a majestic palace official, wand of office in hand, and followed by a
slave carrying an inlaid stool. After many stairs they emerge at last
into a massive colonnade on the roof. Light curtains are drawn between
the columns on the north and east to soften the westering sun. The
official leads Rufio to one of these shaded sections. A cord for
pulling the curtains apart hangs down between the pillars._
THE OFFICIAL (_bowing_). The Roman commander will await Caesar here.
_The slave sets down the stool near the southernmost column, and slips
out through the curtains._
RUFIO (_sitting down, a little blown_). Pouf! That was a climb. How
high have we come?
THE OFFICIAL. We are on the palace roof, O Beloved of Victory!
RUFIO. Good! the Beloved of Victory has no more stairs to get up.
_A second official enters from the opposite end, walking backwards._
THE SECOND OFFICIAL. Caesar approaches.
_Caesar, fresh from the bath, clad in a new tunic of purple silk,
comes in, beaming and festive, followed by two slaves carrying a light
couch, which is hardly more than an elaborately designed bench. They
place it near the northmost of the two curtained columns. When this is
done they slip out through the curtains; and the two officials,
formally bowing, follow them. Rufio rises to receive Caesar._
CAESAR (_coming over to him_). Why, Rufio! (_Surveying his dress with
an air of admiring astonishment_) A new baldrick! A new golden pommel
to your sword! And you have had your hair cut! But not your beard--?
impossible! (_He sniffs at Rufio's beard._) Yes, perfumed, by Jupiter
Olympus!
RUFIO (_growling_). Well: is it to please myself?
CAESAR (_affectionately_). No, my son Rufio, but to please me--to
celebrate my birthday.
RUFIO (_contemptuously_). Your birthday! You always have a birthday
when there is a pretty girl to be flattered or an ambassador to be
conciliated. We had seven of them in ten months last year.
CAESAR (_contritely_). It is true, Rufio! I shall never break myself
of these petty deceits.
RUFIO. Who is to dine with us--besides Cleopatra?
CAESAR. Apollodorus the Sicilian.
RUFIO. That popinjay!
CAESAR. Come! the popinjay is an amusing dog--tells a story; sings a
song; and saves us the trouble of flattering the Queen. What does she
care for old politicians and campfed bears like us? No: Apollodorus is
good company, Rufio, good company.
RUFIO. Well, he can swim a bit and fence a bit: he might be worse, if
he only knew how to hold his tongue.
CAESAR. The gods forbid he should ever learn! Oh, this military life!
this tedious, brutal life of action! That is the worst of us Romans:
we are mere doers and drudgers: a swarm of bees turned into men. Give
me a good talker--one with wit and imagination enough to live without
continually doing something!
RUFIO. Ay! a nice time he would have of it with you when dinner was
over! Have you noticed that I am before my time?
CAESAR. Aha! I thought that meant something. What is it?
RUFIO. Can we be overheard here?
CAESAR. Our privacy invites eavesdropping. I can remedy that. (_He
claps his hands twice. The curtains are drawn, revealing the roof
garden with a banqueting table set across in the middle for four
persons, one at each end, and two side by side. The side next Caesar
and Rufio is blocked with golden wine vessels and basins. A gorgeous
major-domo is superintending the laying of the table by a staff of
slaves. The colonnade goes round the garden at both sides to the
further end, where a gap in it, like a great gateway, leaves the view
open to the sky beyond the western edge of the roof, except in the
middle, where a life size image of Ra, seated on a huge plinth, towers
up, with hawk head and crown of asp and disk. His altar, which stands
at his feet, is a single white stone._) Now everybody can see us,
nobody will think of listening to us. (_He sits down on the bench left
by the two slaves._)
RUFIO (_sitting down on his stool_). Pothinus wants to speak to you. I
advise you to see him: there is some plotting going on here among the
women.
CAESAR. Who is Pothinus?
RUFIO. The fellow with hair like squirrel's fur--the little King's
bear leader, whom you kept prisoner.
CAESAR (_annoyed_). And has he not escaped?
RUFIO. No.
CAESAR (_rising imperiously_). Why not? You have been guarding this
man instead of watching the enemy. Have I not told you always to let
prisoners escape unless there are special orders to the contrary? Are
there not enough mouths to be fed without him?
RUFIO. Yes; and if you would have a little sense and let me cut his
throat, you would save his rations. Anyhow, he _won't_ escape. Three
sentries have told him they would put a pilum through him if they saw
him again. What more can they do? He prefers to stay and spy on us. So
would I if I had to do with generals subject to fits of clemency.
CAESAR (_resuming his seat, argued down_). Hm! And so he wants to see
me.
RUFIO. Ay. I have brought him with me. He is waiting there (_jerking
his thumb over his shoulder_) under guard.
CAESAR. And you want me to see him?
RUFIO (_obstinately_). I don't want anything. I daresay you will do
what you like. Don't put it on to me.
CAESAR (_with an air of doing it expressly to indulge Rufio_). Well,
well: let us have him.
RUFIO (_calling_). Ho there, guard! Release your man and send him up.
(_Beckoning_) Come along!
_Pothinus enters and stops mistrustfully between the two, looking from
one to the other._
CAESAR (_graciously_). Ah, Pothinus! You are welcome. And what is the
news this afternoon?
POTHINUS. Caesar: I come to warn you of a danger, and to make you an
offer.
CAESAR. Never mind the danger. Make the offer.
RUFIO. Never mind the offer. What's the danger?
POTHINUS. Caesar: you think that Cleopatra is devoted to you.
CAESAR (_gravely_). My friend: I already know what I think. Come to
your offer.
POTHINUS. I will deal plainly. I know not by what strange gods you
have been enabled to defend a palace and a few yards of beach against
a city and an army. Since we cut you off from Lake Mareotis, and you
dug wells in the salt sea sand and brought up buckets of fresh water
from them, we have known that your gods are irresistible, and that you
are a worker of miracles. I no longer threaten you----
RUFIO (_sarcastically_). Very handsome of you, indeed.
POTHINUS. So be it: you are the master. Our gods sent the north west
winds to keep you in our hands; but you have been too strong for them.
CAESAR (_gently urging him to come to the point_). Yes, yes, my
friend. But what then?
RUFIO. Spit it out, man. What have you to say?
POTHINUS. I have to say that you have a traitress in your camp.
Cleopatra----
THE MAJOR-DOMO (_at the table, announcing_). The Queen! (_Caesar and
Rufio rise._)
RUFIO (_aside to Pothinus_). You should have spat it out sooner, you
fool. Now it is too late.
_Cleopatra, in gorgeous raiment, enters in state through the gap in
the colonnade, and comes down past the image of Ra and past the table
to Caesar. Her retinue, headed by Ftatateeta, joins the staff at the
table. Caesar gives Cleopatra his seat, which she takes._
CLEOPATRA (_quickly, seeing Pothinus_). What is _he_ doing here?
CAESAR (_seating himself beside her, in the most amiable of tempers_).
Just going to tell me something about you. You shall hear it. Proceed,
Pothinus.
POTHINUS (_disconcerted_). Caesar-- (_He stammers._)
CAESAR. Well, out with it.
POTHINUS. What I have to say is for your ear, not for the Queen's.
CLEOPATRA (_with subdued ferocity_). There are means of making you
speak. Take care.
POTHINUS (_defiantly_). Caesar does not employ those means.
CAESAR. My friend: when a man has anything to tell in this world, the
difficulty is not to make him tell it, but to prevent him from telling
it too often. Let me celebrate my birthday by setting you free.
Farewell: we'll not meet again.
CLEOPATRA (_angrily_). Caesar: this mercy is foolish.
POTHINUS (_to Caesar_). Will you not give me a private audience? Your
life may depend on it. (_Caesar rises loftily._)
RUFIO (_aside to Pothinus_). Ass! Now we shall have some heroics.
CAESAR (_oratorically_). Pothinus----
RUFIO (_interrupting him_). Caesar: the dinner will spoil if you begin
preaching your favourite sermon about life and death.
CLEOPATRA (_priggishly_). Peace, Rufio. I desire to hear Caesar.
RUFIO (_bluntly_). Your Majesty has heard it before. You repeated it
to Apollodorus last week; and he thought it was all your own.
(_Caesar's dignity collapses. Much tickled, he sits down again and
looks roguishly at Cleopatra, who is furious. Rufio calls as before_)
Ho there, guard! Pass the prisoner out. He is released. (_To
Pothinus_) Now off with you. You have lost your chance.
POTHINUS (_his temper overcoming his prudence_). I _will_ speak.
CAESAR (_to Cleopatra_). You see. Torture would not have wrung a word
from him.
POTHINUS. Caesar: you have taught Cleopatra the arts by which the
Romans govern the world.
CAESAR. Alas! they cannot even govern themselves. What then?
POTHINUS. What then? Are you so besotted with her beauty that you do
not see that she is impatient to reign in Egypt alone, and that her
heart is set on your departure?
CLEOPATRA (_rising_). Liar!
CAESAR (_shocked_). What! Protestations! Contradictions!
CLEOPATRA (_ashamed, but trembling with suppressed rage_). No. I do
not deign to contradict. Let him talk. (_She sits down again._)
POTHINUS. From her own lips I have heard it. You are to be her
catspaw: you are to tear the crown from her brother's head and set it
on her own, delivering us all into her hand--delivering yourself also.
And then Caesar can return to Rome, or depart through the gate of
death, which is nearer and surer.
CAESAR (_calmly_). Well, my friend; and is not this very natural?
POTHINUS (_astonished_). Natural! Then you do not resent treachery?
CAESAR. Resent! O thou foolish Egyptian, what have I to do with
resentment? Do I resent the wind when it chills me, or the night when
it makes me stumble in the darkness? Shall I resent youth when it
turns from age, and ambition when it turns from servitude? To tell me
such a story as this is but to tell me that the sun will rise
to-morrow.
CLEOPATRA (_unable to contain herself_). But it is false--false. I
swear it.
CAESAR. It is true, though you swore it a thousand times, and believed
all you swore. (_She is convulsed with emotion. To screen her, he
rises and takes Pothinus to Rufio, saying_) Come, Rufio: let us see
Pothinus past the guard. I have a word to say to him. (_Aside to
them_) We must give the Queen a moment to recover herself. (_Aloud_)
Come. (_He takes Pothinus and Rufio out with him, conversing with them
meanwhile._) Tell your friends, Pothinus, that they must not think I
am opposed to a reasonable settlement of the country's affairs--
(_They pass out of hearing._)
CLEOPATRA (_in a stifled whisper_). Ftatateeta, Ftatateeta.
FTATATEETA (_hurrying to her from the table and petting her_). Peace,
child: be comforted----
CLEOPATRA (_interrupting her_). Can they hear us?
FTATATEETA. No, dear heart, no.
CLEOPATRA. Listen to me. If he leaves the Palace alive, never see my
face again.
FTATATEETA. He? Poth----
CLEOPATRA (_striking her on the mouth_). Strike his life out as I
strike his name from your lips. Dash him down from the wall. Break him
on the stones. Kill, kill, _kill_ him.
FTATATEETA (_shewing all her teeth_). The dog shall perish.
CLEOPATRA. Fail in this, and you go out from before me forever.
FTATATEETA (_resolutely_). So be it. You shall not see my face until
his eyes are darkened.
_Caesar comes back, with Apollodorus, exquisitely dressed, and Rufio._
CLEOPATRA (_to Ftatateeta_). Come soon--soon. (_Ftatateeta turns her
meaning eyes for a moment on her mistress; then goes grimly away past
Ra and out. Cleopatra runs like a gazelle to Caesar._) So you have
come back to me, Caesar. (_Caressingly_) I thought you were angry.
Welcome, Apollodorus. (_She gives him her hand to kiss, with her other
arm about Caesar._)
APOLLODORUS. Cleopatra grows more womanly beautiful from week to week.
CLEOPATRA. Truth, Apollodorus?
APOLLODORUS. Far, far short of the truth! Friend Rufio threw a pearl
into the sea: Caesar fished up a diamond.
CAESAR. Caesar fished up a touch of rheumatism, my friend. Come: to
dinner! to dinner! (_They move towards the table._)
CLEOPATRA (_skipping like a young fawn_). Yes, to dinner. I have
ordered _such_ a dinner for you, Caesar!
CAESAR. Ay? What are we to have?
CLEOPATRA. Peacocks' brains.
CAESAR (_as if his mouth watered_). Peacocks' brains, Apollodorus!
APOLLODORUS. Not for me. I prefer nightingales' tongues. (_He goes to
one of the two covers set side by side._)
CLEOPATRA. Roast boar, Rufio!
RUFIO (_gluttonously_). Good! (_He goes to the seat next Apollodorus,
on his left._)
CAESAR (_looking at his seat, which is at the end of the table, to
Ra's left hand_). What has become of my leathern cushion?
CLEOPATRA (_at the opposite end_). I have got new ones for you.
THE MAJOR-DOMO. These cushions, Caesar, are of Maltese gauze, stuffed
with rose leaves.
CAESAR. Rose leaves! Am I a caterpillar? (_He throws the cushions away
and seats himself on the leather mattress underneath._)
CLEOPATRA. What a shame! My new cushions!
THE MAJOR-DOMO (_at Caesar's elbow_). What shall we serve to whet
Caesar's appetite?
CAESAR. What have you got?
THE MAJOR-DOMO. Sea hedgehogs, black and white sea acorns, sea
nettles, beccaficoes, purple shellfish----
CAESAR. Any oysters?
THE MAJOR-DOMO. Assuredly.
CAESAR. _British_ oysters?
THE MAJOR-DOMO (_assenting_). British oysters, Caesar.
CAESAR. Oysters, then. (_The Major-Domo signs to a slave at each
order; and the slave goes out to execute it._) I have been in
Britain--that western land of romance--the last piece of earth on the
edge of the ocean that surrounds the world. I went there in search of
its famous pearls. The British pearl was a fable; but in searching for
it I found the British oyster.
APOLLODORUS. All posterity will bless you for it. (_To the
Major-Domo_) Sea hedgehogs for me.
RUFIO. Is there nothing solid to begin with?
THE MAJOR-DOMO. Fieldfares with asparagus----
CLEOPATRA (_interrupting_). Fattened fowls! have some fattened fowls,
Rufio.
RUFIO. Ay, that will do.
CLEOPATRA (_greedily_). Fieldfares for me.
THE MAJOR-DOMO. Caesar will deign to choose his wine? Sicilian,
Lesbian, Chian----
RUFIO (_contemptuously_). All Greek.
APOLLODORUS. Who would drink Roman wine when he could get Greek? Try
the Lesbian, Caesar.
CAESAR. Bring me my barley water.
RUFIO (_with intense disgust_). Ugh! Bring _me_ my Falernian. (_The
Falernian is presently brought to him._)
CLEOPATRA (_pouting_). It is waste of time giving you dinners, Caesar.
My scullions would not condescend to your diet.
CAESAR (_relenting_). Well, well: let us try the Lesbian. (_The
Major-Domo fills Caesar's goblet; then Cleopatra's and
Apollodorus's._) But when I return to Rome, I will make laws against
these extravagances. I will even get the laws carried out.
CLEOPATRA (_coaxingly_). Never mind. To-day you are to be like other
people: idle, luxurious, and kind. (_She stretches her hand to him
along the table._)
CAESAR. Well, for once I will sacrifice my comfort--(_kissing her
hand_) there! (_He takes a draught of wine._) Now are you satisfied?
CLEOPATRA. And you no longer believe that I long for your departure
for Rome?
CAESAR. I no longer believe anything. My brains are asleep. Besides,
who knows whether I shall return to Rome?
RUFIO (_alarmed_). How? Eh? What?
CAESAR. What has Rome to shew me that I have not seen already? One
year of Rome is like another, except that I grow older, whilst the
crowd in the Appian Way is always the same age.
APOLLODORUS. It is no better here in Egypt. The old men, when they are
tired of life, say "We have seen everything except the source of the
Nile."
CAESAR (_his imagination catching fire_). And why not see that?
Cleopatra: will you come with me and track the flood to its cradle in
the heart of the regions of mystery? Shall we leave Rome behind
us--Rome, that has achieved greatness only to learn how greatness
destroys nations of men who are not great! Shall I make you a new
kingdom, and build you a holy city there in the great unknown?
CLEOPATRA (_rapturously_). Yes, yes. You shall.
RUFIO. Ay: now he will conquer Africa with two legions before we come
to the roast boar.
APOLLODORUS. Come: no scoffing, this is a noble scheme: in it Caesar
is no longer merely the conquering soldier, but the creative
poet-artist. Let us name the holy city, and consecrate it with Lesbian
Wine.
CAESAR. Cleopatra shall name it herself.
CLEOPATRA. It shall be called Caesar's Gift to his Beloved.
APOLLODORUS. No, no. Something vaster than that--something universal,
like the starry firmament.
CAESAR (_prosaically_). Why not simply The Cradle of the Nile?
CLEOPATRA. No: the Nile is my ancestor; and he is a god. Oh! I have
thought of something. The Nile shall name it himself. Let us call upon
him. (_To the Major-Domo_) Send for him. (_The three men stare at one
another; but the Major-Domo goes out as if he had received the most
matter-of-fact order._) And (_to the retinue_) away with you all.
_The retinue withdraws, making obeisance._
_A priest enters, carrying a miniature sphinx with a tiny tripod
before it. A morsel of incense is smoking in the tripod. The priest
comes to the table and places the image in the middle of it. The light
begins to change to the magenta purple of the Egyptian sunset, as if
the god had brought a strange colored shadow with him. The three men
are determined not to be impressed; but they feel curious in spite of
themselves._
CAESAR. What hocus-pocus is this?
CLEOPATRA. You shall see. And it is _not_ hocus-pocus. To do it
properly, we should kill something to please him; but perhaps he will
answer Caesar without that if we spill some wine to him.
APOLLODORUS (_turning his head to look up over his shoulder at Ra_).
Why not appeal to our hawkheaded friend here?
CLEOPATRA (_nervously_). Sh! He will hear you and be angry.
RUFIO (_phlegmatically_). The source of the Nile is out of his
district, I expect.
CLEOPATRA. No: I will have my city named by nobody but my dear little
sphinx, because it was in its arms that Caesar found me asleep. (_She
languishes at Caesar; then turns curtly to the priest._) Go. I am a
priestess, and have power to take your charge from you. (_The priest
makes a reverence and goes out._) Now let us call on the Nile all
together. Perhaps he will rap on the table.
CAESAR. What! Table rapping! Are such superstitions still believed in
this year 707 of the Republic?
CLEOPATRA. It is no superstition: our priests learn lots of things
from the tables. Is it not so, Apollodorus?
APOLLODORUS. Yes: I profess myself a converted man. When Cleopatra is
priestess, Apollodorus is devotee. Propose the conjuration.
CLEOPATRA. You must say with me "Send us thy voice, Father Nile."
ALL FOUR (_holding their glasses together before the idol_). Send us
thy voice, Father Nile.
_The death cry of a man in mortal terror and agony answers them.
Appalled, the men set down their glasses, and listen. Silence. The
purple deepens in the sky. Caesar, glancing at Cleopatra, catches her
pouring out her wine before the god, with gleaming eyes, and mute
assurances of gratitude and worship. Apollodorus springs up and runs
to the edge of the roof to peer down and listen._
CAESAR (_looking piercingly at Cleopatra_). What was that?
CLEOPATRA (_petulantly_). Nothing. They are beating some slave.
CAESAR. Nothing!
RUFIO. A man with a knife in him, I'll swear.
CAESAR (_rising_). A murder!
APOLLODORUS (_at the back, waving his hand for silence_). S-sh!
Silence. Did you hear that?
CAESAR. Another cry?
APOLLODORUS (_returning to the table_). No, a thud. Something fell on
the beach, I think.
RUFIO (_grimly, as he rises_). Something with bones in it, eh?
CAESAR (_shuddering_). Hush, hush, Rufio. (_He leaves the table and
returns to the colonnade: Rufio following at his left elbow, and
Apollodorus at the other side._)
CLEOPATRA (_still in her place at the table_). Will you leave me,
Caesar? Apollodorus: are you going?
APOLLODORUS. Faith, dearest Queen, my appetite is gone.
CAESAR. Go down to the courtyard, Apollodorus; and find out what has
happened.
_Apollodorus nods and goes out, making for the staircase by which
Rufio ascended._
CLEOPATRA. Your soldiers have killed somebody, perhaps. What does it
matter?
_The murmur of a crowd rises from the beach below. Caesar and Rufio
look at one another._
CAESAR. This must be seen to. (_He is about to follow Apollodorus when
Rufio stops him with a hand on his arm as Ftatateeta comes back by the
far end of the roof, with dragging steps, a drowsy satiety in her eyes
and in the corners of the bloodhound lips. For a moment Caesar
suspects that she is drunk with wine. Not so Rufio: he knows well the
red vintage that has inebriated her._)
RUFIO (_in a low tone_). There is some mischief between those two.
FTATATEETA. The Queen looks again on the face of her servant.
_Cleopatra looks at her for a moment with an exultant reflection of
her murderous expression. Then she flings her arms round her; kisses
her repeatedly and savagely; and tears off her jewels and heaps them
on her. The two men turn from the spectacle to look at one another.
Ftatateeta drags herself sleepily to the altar; kneels before Ra; and
remains there in prayer. Caesar goes to Cleopatra, leaving Rufio in
the colonnade._
CAESAR (_with searching earnestness_). Cleopatra: what has happened?
CLEOPATRA (_in mortal dread of him, but with her utmost cajolery_).
Nothing, dearest Caesar. (_With sickly sweetness, her voice almost
failing_) Nothing. I am innocent. (_She approaches him
affectionately_) Dear Caesar: are you angry with me? Why do you look
at me so? I have been here with you all the time. How can I know what
has happened?
CAESAR (_reflectively_). That is true.
CLEOPATRA (_greatly relieved, trying to caress him_). Of course it is
true. (_He does not respond to the caress._) _You_ know it is true,
Rufio.
_The murmur without suddenly swells to a roar and subsides._
RUFIO. I shall know presently. (_He makes for the altar in the burly
trot that serves him for a stride, and touches Ftatateeta on the
shoulder._) Now, mistress: I shall want you. (_He orders her, with a
gesture, to go before him._)
FTATATEETA (_rising and glowering at him_). My place is with the
Queen.
CLEOPATRA. She has done no harm, Rufio.
CAESAR (_to Rufio_). Let her stay.
RUFIO (_sitting down on the altar_). Very well. Then my place is here
too; and you can see what is the matter for yourself. The city is in a
pretty uproar, it seems.
CAESAR (_with grave displeasure_). Rufio: there is a time for
obedience.
RUFIO. And there is a time for obstinacy. (_He folds his arms
doggedly._)
CAESAR (_to Cleopatra_). Send her away.
CLEOPATRA (_whining in her eagerness to propitiate him_). Yes, I will.
I will do whatever you ask me, Caesar, always, because I love you.
Ftatateeta: go away.
FTATATEETA. The Queen's word is my will. I shall be at hand for the
Queen's call. (_She goes out past Ra, as she came._)
RUFIO (_following her_). Remember, Caesar, _your_ bodyguard also is
within call. (_He follows her out._)
_Cleopatra, presuming upon Caesar's submission to Rufio, leaves the
table and sits down on the bench in the colonnade._
CLEOPATRA. Why do you allow Rufio to treat you so? You should teach
him his place.
CAESAR. Teach him to be my enemy, and to hide his thoughts from me as
you are now hiding yours.
CLEOPATRA (_her fears returning_). Why do you say that, Caesar?
Indeed, indeed, I am not hiding anything. You are wrong to treat me
like this. (_She stifles a sob._) I am only a child; and you turn into
stone because you think some one has been killed. I cannot bear it.
(_She purposely breaks down and weeps. He looks at her with profound
sadness and complete coldness. She looks up to see what effect she is
producing. Seeing that he is unmoved, she sits up, pretending to
struggle with her emotion and to put it bravely away._) But there: I
know you hate tears: you shall not be troubled with them. I know you
are not angry, but only sad; only I am so silly, I cannot help being
hurt when you speak coldly. Of course you are quite right: it is
dreadful to think of anyone being killed or even hurt; and I hope
nothing really serious has-- (_Her voice dies away under his
contemptuous penetration._)
CAESAR. What has frightened you into this? What have you done? (_A
trumpet sounds on the beach below._) Aha! That sounds like the answer.
CLEOPATRA (_sinking back trembling on the bench and covering her face
with her hands_). I have not betrayed you, Caesar: I swear it.
CAESAR. I know that. I have not trusted you. (_He turns from her, and
is about to go out when Apollodorus and Britannus drag in Lucius
Septimius to him. Rufio follows. Caesar shudders._) Again, Pompey's
murderer!
RUFIO. The town has gone mad, I think. They are for tearing the palace
down and driving us into the sea straight away. We laid hold of this
renegade in clearing them out of the courtyard.
CAESAR. Release him. (_They let go his arms._) What has offended the
citizens, Lucius Septimius?
LUCIUS. What did you expect, Caesar? Pothinus was a favorite of
theirs.
CAESAR. What has happened to Pothinus? I set him free, here, not half
an hour ago. Did they not pass him out?
LUCIUS. Ay, through the gallery arch sixty feet above ground, with
three inches of steel in his ribs. He is as dead as Pompey. We are
quits now, as to killing--you and I.
CAESAR. (_shocked_). Assassinated!--our prisoner, our guest! (_He
turns reproachfully on Rufio_) Rufio----
RUFIO (_emphatically--anticipating the question_). Whoever did it was
a wise man and a friend of yours (_Cleopatra is qreatly emboldened_);
but none of _us_ had a hand in it. So it is no use to frown at me.
(_Caesar turns and looks at Cleopatra._)
CLEOPATRA (_violently--rising_). He was slain by order of the Queen of
Egypt. I am not Julius Caesar the dreamer, who allows every slave to
insult him. Rufio has said I did well: now the others shall judge me
too. (_She turns to the others._) This Pothinus sought to make me
conspire with him to betray Caesar to Achillas and Ptolemy. I refused;
and he cursed me and came privily to Caesar to accuse me of his own
treachery. I caught him in the act; and he insulted me--_me_, the
Queen! to my face. Caesar would not avenge me: he spoke him fair and
set him free. Was I right to avenge myself? Speak, Lucius.
LUCIUS. I do not gainsay it. But you will get little thanks from
Caesar for it.
CLEOPATRA. Speak, Apollodorus. Was I wrong?
APOLLODORUS. I have only one word of blame, most beautiful. You should
have called upon me, your knight; and in fair duel I should have slain
the slanderer.
CLEOPATRA (_passionately_). I will be judged by your very slave,
Caesar. Britannus: speak. Was I wrong?
BRITANNUS. Were treachery, falsehood, and disloyalty left unpunished,
society must become like an arena full of wild beasts, tearing one
another to pieces. Caesar is in the wrong.
CAESAR (_with quiet bitterness_). And so the verdict is against me, it
seems.
CLEOPATRA (_vehemently_). Listen to me, Caesar. If one man in all
Alexandria can be found to say that I did wrong, I swear to have
myself crucified on the door of the palace by my own slaves.
CAESAR. If one man in all the world can be found, now or forever, to
_know_ that you did wrong, that man will have either to conquer the
world as I have, or be crucified by it. (_The uproar in the streets
again reaches them._) Do you hear? These knockers at your gate are
also believers in vengeance and in stabbing. You have slain their
leader: it is right that they shall slay you. If you doubt it, ask
your four counselors here. And then in the name of that _right_ (_He
emphasizes the word with great scorn._) shall I not slay them for
murdering their Queen, and be slain in my turn by their countrymen as
the invader of their fatherland? Can Rome do less then than slay these
slayers too, to shew the world how Rome avenges her sons and her
honor? And so, to the end of history, murder shall breed murder,
always in the name of right and honor and peace, until the gods are
tired of blood and create a race that can understand. (_Fierce uproar.
Cleopatra becomes white with terror._) Hearken, you who must not be
insulted. Go near enough to catch their words: you will find them
bitterer than the tongue of Pothinus. (_Loftily wrapping himself up in
an impenetrable dignity._) Let the Queen of Egypt now give her orders
for vengeance, and take her measures for defence; for she has
renounced Caesar. (_He turns to go._)
CLEOPATRA (_terrified, running to him and falling on her knees_). You
will not desert me, Caesar. You will defend the palace.
CAESAR. You have taken the powers of life and death upon you. I am
only a dreamer.
CLEOPATRA. But they will kill me.
CAESAR. And why not?
CLEOPATRA. In pity----
CAESAR. Pity! What! Has it come to this so suddenly, that nothing can
save you now but pity? Did it save Pothinus?
_She rises, wringing her hands, and goes back to the bench in despair.
Apollodorus shews his sympathy with her by quietly posting himself
behind the bench. The sky has by this time become the most vivid
purple, and soon begins to change to a glowing pale orange, against
which the colonnade and the great image shew darklier and darklier._
RUFIO. Caesar: enough of preaching. The enemy is at the gate.
CAESAR (_turning on him and giving way to his wrath_). Ay; and what
has held him baffled at the gate all these months? Was it my folly, as
you deem it, or your wisdom? In this Egyptian Red Sea of blood, whose
hand has held all your heads above the waves? (_Turning on Cleopatra_)
And yet, when Caesar says to such an one, "Friend, go free," you,
clinging for your little life to my sword, dare steal out and stab him
in the back? And you, soldiers and gentlemen, and honest servants as
you forget that you are, applaud this assassination, and say "Caesar
is in the wrong." By the gods, I am tempted to open my hand and let
you all sink into the flood.
CLEOPATRA (_with a ray of cunning hope_). But, Caesar, if you do, you
will perish yourself.
_Caesar's eyes blaze._
RUFIO (_greatly alarmed_). Now, by great Jove, you filthy little
Egyptian rat, that is the very word to make him walk out alone into
the city and leave us here to be cut to pieces. (_Desperately, to
Caesar_) Will you desert us because we are a parcel of fools? I mean
no harm by killing: I do it as a dog kills a cat, by instinct. We are
all dogs at your heels; but we have served you faithfully.
CAESAR (_relenting_). Alas, Rufio, my son, my son: as dogs we are like
to perish now in the streets.
APOLLODORUS (_at his post behind Cleopatra's seat_). Caesar, what you
say has an Olympian ring in it: it must be right; for it is fine art.
But I am still on the side of Cleopatra. If we must die, she shall not
want the devotion of a man's heart nor the strength of a man's arm.
CLEOPATRA (_sobbing_). But I don't want to die.
CAESAR (_sadly_). Oh, ignoble, ignoble!
LUCIUS (_coming forward between Caesar and Cleopatra_). Hearken to me,
Caesar. It may be ignoble; but I also mean to live as long as I can.
CAESAR. Well, my friend, you are likely to outlive Caesar. Is it any
magic of mine, think you, that has kept your army and this whole city
at bay for so long? Yesterday, what quarrel had they with me that they
should risk their lives against me? But to-day we have flung them down
their hero, murdered; and now every man of them is set upon clearing
out this nest of assassins--for such we are and no more. Take courage
then; and sharpen your sword. Pompey's head has fallen; and Caesar's
head is ripe.
APOLLODORUS. Does Caesar despair?
CAESAR (_with infinite pride_). He who has never hoped can never
despair. Caesar, in good or bad fortune, looks his fate in the face.
LUCIUS. Look it in the face, then; and it will smile as it always has
on Caesar.
CAESAR (_with involuntary haughtiness_). Do you presume to encourage
me?
LUCIUS. I offer you my services. I will change sides if you will have
me.
CAESAR (_suddenly coming down to earth again, and looking sharply at
him, divining that there is something behind the offer_). What! At
this point?
LUCIUS (_firmly_). At this point.
RUFIO. Do you suppose Caesar is mad, to trust you?
LUCIUS. I do not ask him to trust me until he is victorious. I ask for
my life, and for a command in Caesar's army. And since Caesar is a
fair dealer, I will pay in advance.
CAESAR. Pay! How?
LUCIUS. With a piece of good news for you.
_Caesar divines the news in a flash._
RUFIO. What news?
CAESAR (_with an elate and buoyant energy which makes Cleopatra sit up
and stare_). What news! What news, did you say, my son Rufio? The
relief has arrived: what other news remains for us? Is it not so,
Lucius Septimius? Mithridates of Pergamos is on the march.
LUCIUS. He has taken Pelusium.
CAESAR (_delighted_). Lucius Septimius: you are henceforth my officer.
Rufio: the Egyptians must have sent every soldier from the city to
prevent Mithridates crossing the Nile. There is nothing in the streets
now but mob--mob!
LUCIUS. It is so. Mithridates is marching by the great road to Memphis
to cross above the Delta. Achillas will fight him there.
CAESAR (_all audacity_). Achillas shall fight Caesar there. See,
Rufio. (_He runs to the table; snatches a napkin; and draws a plan on
it with his finger dipped in wine, whilst Rufio and Lucius Septimius
crowd about him to watch, all looking closely, for the light is now
almost gone._) Here is the palace (_pointing to his plan_): here is
the theatre. You (_to Rufio_) take twenty men and pretend to go by
_that_ street (_pointing it out_); and whilst they are stoning you,
out go the cohorts by this and this. My streets are right, are they,
Lucius?
LUCIUS. Ay, that is the fig market----
CAESAR (_too much excited to listen to him_). I saw them the day we
arrived. Good! (_He throws the napkin on the table and comes down
again into the colonnade._) Away, Britannus: tell Petronius that
within an hour half our forces must take ship for the western lake.
See to my horse and armor. (_Britannus runs out._) With the rest, _I_
shall march round the lake and up the Nile to meet Mithridates. Away,
Lucius; and give the word.
_Lucius hurries out after Britannus._
RUFIO. Come: this is something like business.
CAESAR (_buoyantly_). Is it not, my only son? (_He claps his hands.
The slaves hurry in to the table._) No more of this mawkish reveling:
away with all this stuff: shut it out of my sight and be off with you.
(_The slaves begin to remove the table; and the curtains are drawn,
shutting in the colonnade._) You understand about the streets, Rufio?
RUFIO. Ay, I think I do. I will get through them, at all events.
_The bucina sounds busily in the courtyard beneath._
CAESAR. Come, then: we must talk to the troops and hearten them. You
down to the beach: I to the courtyard. (_He makes for the staircase._)
CLEOPATRA (_rising from her seat, where she has been quite neglected
all this time, and stretching out her hands timidly to him_). Caesar.
CAESAR (_turning_). Eh?
CLEOPATRA. Have you forgotten me?
CAESAR. (_indulgently_). I am busy now, my child, busy. When I return
your affairs shall be settled. Farewell; and be good and patient.
_He goes, preoccupied and quite indifferent. She stands with clenched
fists, in speechless rage and humiliation._
RUFIO. That game is played and lost, Cleopatra. The woman always gets
the worst of it.
CLEOPATRA (_haughtily_). Go. Follow your master.
RUFIO (_in her ear, with rough familiarity_). A word first. Tell your
executioner that if Pothinus had been properly killed--_in the
throat_--he would not have called out. Your man bungled his work.
CLEOPATRA (_enigmatically_). How do you know it was a man?
RUFIO (_startled, and puzzled_). It was not you: you were with us when
it happened. (_She turns her back scornfully on him. He shakes his
head, and draws the curtains to go out. It is now a magnificent
moonlit night. The table has been removed. Ftatateeta is seen in the
light of the moon and stars, again in prayer before the white
altar-stone of Ra. Rufio starts; closes the curtains again softly; and
says in a low voice to Cleopatra_) Was it she? With her own hand?
CLEOPATRA (_threateningly_). Whoever it was, let my enemies beware of
her. Look to it, Rufio, you who dare make the Queen of Egypt a fool
before Caesar.
RUFIO (_looking grimly at her_). I will look to it, Cleopatra. (_He
nods in confirmation of the promise, and slips out through the
curtains, loosening his sword in its sheath as he goes._)
ROMAN SOLDIERS (_in the courtyard below_). Hail, Caesar! Hail, hail!
_Cleopatra listens. The bucina sounds again, followed by several
trumpets._
CLEOPATRA (_wringing her hands and calling_). Ftatateeta. Ftatateeta.
It is dark; and I am alone. Come to me. (_Silence._) Ftatateeta.
(_Louder._) Ftatateeta. (_Silence. In a panic she snatches the cord
and pulls the curtains apart._)
_Ftatateeta is lying dead on the altar of Ra, with her throat cut. Her
blood deluges the white stone._