Queen:
To your post, Harlee.
Zophérnes:
What are this Harlee and his post?
Ackazárpses:
Do not tremble, Illustrious Lady, indeed you must not tremble.
Queen:
He is but a fisherman; he lives upon the Nile. He nets fish; indeed he is nothing.
Zophérnes:
For what is your great bar of iron, Slave?