Sobe (gently)
I desire another assistant, Fana. As you see, one who will serve me more faithfully, and whose loves are not so obvious. I will tell you why I am so eager. I wish simply to master death.
Fana
Have you the poison?
Sobe
Here.
(He takes from his robe a small flagon and hands it to her.)
Sobe
I have hidden the drop in wine.