CAESAR. Incorrigible, oh, incorrigible! Away! (_He follows her, the bucina sounding louder as they steal across the desert. The moonlight wanes: the horizon again shows black against the sky, broken only by the fantastic silhouette of the Sphinx. The sky itself vanishes in darkness, from which there is no relief until the gleam of a distant torch falls on great Egyptian pillars supporting the roof of a majestic corridor. At the further end of this corridor a Nubian slave appears carrying the torch. Caesar, still led by Cleopatra, follows him. They come down the corridor, Caesar peering keenly about at the strange architecture, and at the pillar shadows between which, as the passing torch makes them hurry noiselessly backwards, figures of men with wings and hawks' heads, and vast black marble cats, seem to flit in and out of ambush. Further along, the wall turns a corner and makes a spacious transept in which Caesar sees, on his right, a throne, and behind the throne a door. On each side of the throne is a slender pillar with a lamp on it._) CAESAR. What place is this? CLEOPATRA. This is where I sit on the throne when I am allowed to wear my crown and robes. (_The slave holds his torch to shew the throne._) CAESAR. Order the slave to light the lamps. CLEOPATRA (_shyly_). Do you think I may? CAESAR. Of course. You are the Queen. (_She hesitates._) Go on. CLEOPATRA (_timidly, to the slave_). Light all the lamps. FTATATEETA (_suddenly coming from behind the throne_). Stop. (_The slave stops. She turns sternly to Cleopatra, who quails like a naughty child._) Who is this you have with you; and how dare you order the lamps to be lighted without my permission? (_Cleopatra is dumb with apprehension._) CAESAR. Who is she? CLEOPATRA. Ftatateeta. FTATATEETA (_arrogantly_). Chief nurse to---- CAESAR (_cutting her short_). I speak to the Queen. Be silent. (_To Cleopatra_) Is this how your servants know their places? Send her away; and you (_to the slave_) do as the Queen has bidden. (_The slave lights the lamps. Meanwhile Cleopatra stands hesitating, afraid of Ftatateeta._) You are the Queen: send her away. CLEOPATRA (_cajoling_). Ftatateeta, dear: you must go away--just for a little. CAESAR. You are not commanding her to go away: you are begging her. You are no Queen. You will be eaten. Farewell. (_He turns to go._) CLEOPATRA (_clutching him_). No, no, no. Don't leave me. CAESAR. A Roman does not stay with queens who are afraid of their slaves. CLEOPATRA. I am not afraid. Indeed I am not afraid. FTATATEETA. We shall see who is afraid here. (_Menacingly_) Cleopatra----