Priest of Horus:
We think no evil of you, Illustrious Lady.
Queen:
I feared that if I had servitors you would think… you would say, "This wicked Queen, our enemy, will bid them attack us while we feast."
[First Duke of Ethiopia furtively hands food to his Slave
standing behind him, who tastes it.]
Though you do not know how I dread the sight of blood, and indeed I would never bid them do such a thing. The sight of blood is shocking.
Priest of Horus:
We trust you, Illustrious Lady.
[He does the same with his Slave.]
Queen: