The Sphinx. "It is thou, indomitable caprice, that dost forever pass and repass, whirling in thy course!"
The Chimera. "Is the fault mine? What? Let me be!"
(She barks.)
The Sphinx. "Thou movest away! thou dost escape me!"
(He growls.)
The Chimera. "Essay!—Thou crushest me!"
The Sphinx. "Nay!—impossible!"
(And gradually sinking down he disappears in the sand; while the Chimera, ramping with tongue protruding, departs, describing circles on her way.
The breath of her mouth has produced a fog.