(Stung.) We’ll dance, yes, as we did at Memphis when the harvest ripened. And then we’ll bathe together, Sethos. It all is worship, and my blood this sacred night is burning——
Sethos
(Wild.) And to-morrow I may see your father——?
[Nefertiti whispers in his ear. They laugh. He tries again to kiss her. She escapes again, and dances seductively, taking care to go close past Menophis, who makes several half movements towards her, but controls himself.
Nefertiti
(Singing mischievously to the tune of the distant pipe, and holding Sethos by the hand. As she goes past Menophis she holds out her free hand to him temptingly.)
“Come, dance together. Take my hand
Beside the rising river;
We’ll dance upon the starlit sand,