[Exit.
Nefertiti
(A last shot at him.) Yet if I raised my little finger you’d come tumbling back—a helpless slave! (Turns to Menophis.) I am ashamed. (Demurely.) I did pretend he pleased me.
Menophis
Little Child.…
Nefertiti
(Happy.) I was a little jealous of—of—your Aton.
Menophis
And I, perhaps, of your … Sethos.
[They smile and embrace. The pipe is heard. She breaks away and dances before him happily.