Ackazárpses:
No, no, Illustrious Lady. They will not harm you. They do not know how their fierce looks distress you. They do not know how delicate you are.
Priest of Horus: [to Ackazárpses]
Indeed we trust the Queen and none would harm her.
[Ackazárpses soothes the Queen.]
Rhádamandáspes: [to Zophérnes]
I think we do wrong to doubt her, seeing she is alone.
Zophérnes: [to Rhádamandáspes]
Yet I would that the banquet were over.
Queen: [to Ackazárpses and the Priest of Horus, but audible to all]