She has finished with you. Go!
Sethos
(Sneers.) Finished! You are mistaken, Menophis. Only a while ago she said my love was precious to her—(Realising.) You (to her) have strange ideas of play. You’re a——
Menophis
(Threateningly.) Enough, Sethos. You knew, at least, that we belonged to one another. You have yourself to blame.
Nefertiti
(Proud of him.) Of course. Sethos says the same sweet things to many another maiden too.
Sethos
(Bitterly.) The Gods have set me free of you, and I am glad. When next we meet, Menophis, you shall hear the soft promises she made me (turns his back to go), and how she spoke of you! (Moves faster, as Menophis advances threateningly.) She called you half woman and half monk—no man at all (runs), fit … only … for … the Temples!