Quick, for I cannot bear it.
[Exit Ackazárpses.]
Queen:
O, I cannot bear to have enemies.
Ackazárpses:
Lady, they are here.
Queen:
O what shall we do?… Set this bow higher upon my head so that it must be seen. [Ackazárpses does so.] The pretty bow.
[She continues to look in a hand mirror. A Slave descends the stairs. Then Rhádamandáspes and Zophérnes. Rhádamandáspes and Zophérnes stop; the Slave stops lower down.]
Zophérnes: