(_stupefied_). "Old gentleman: don't run away!!!" This! To
Julius Caesar!
THE GIRL (_urgently_). Old gentleman.
CAESAR. Sphinx: you presume on your centuries. I am younger than you,
though your voice is but a girl's voice as yet.
THE GIRL. Climb up here, quickly; or the Romans will come and eat you.
CAESAR (_running forward past the Sphinx's shoulder, and seeing her_).
A child at its breast! A divine child!
THE GIRL. Come up quickly. You must get up at its side and creep
round.
CAESAR (_amazed_). Who are you?
THE GIRL. Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt.
CAESAR. Queen of the Gypsies, you mean.
CLEOPATRA. You must not be disrespectful to me, or the Sphinx will let
the Romans eat you. Come up. It is quite cosy here.
CAESAR (_to himself_). What a dream! What a magnificent dream! Only
let me not wake, and I will conquer ten continents to pay for dreaming
it out to the end. (_He climbs to the Sphinx's flank, and presently
reappears to her on the pedestal, stepping round its right shoulder._)
CLEOPATRA. Take care. That's right. Now sit down: you may have its
other paw. (_She seats herself comfortably on its left paw._) It is
very powerful and will protect us; but (_shivering, and with plaintive
loneliness_) it would not take any notice of me or keep me company. I
am glad you have come: I was very lonely. Did you happen to see a
white cat anywhere?
CAESAR (_sitting slowly down on the right paw in extreme wonderment_).
Have you lost one?
CLEOPATRA. Yes: the sacred white cat: is it not dreadful? I brought
him here to sacrifice him to the Sphinx; but when we got a little way
from the city a black cat called him, and he jumped out of my arms and
ran away to it. Do you think that the black cat can have been my
great-great-great-grandmother?
CAESAR (_staring at her_). Your great-great-great-grandmother! Well, why not? Nothing would surprise me on this night of nights.
CLEOPATRA. I think it must have been. My great-grandmother's
great-grandmother was a black kitten of the sacred white cat; and the
river Nile made her his seventh wife. That is why my hair is so wavy.
And I always want to be let do as I like, no matter whether it is the will of the gods or not: that is because my blood is made with Nile water.
CAESAR. What are you doing here at this time of night? Do you live
here?
CLEOPATRA. Of course not: I am the Queen; and I shall live in the
palace at Alexandria when I have killed my brother, who drove me out
of it. When I am old enough I shall do just what I like. I shall
be able to poison the slaves and see them wriggle, and pretend to
Ftatateeta that she is going to be put into the fiery furnace.
CAESAR. Hm! Meanwhile why are you not at home and in bed?
CLEOPATRA. Because the Romans are coming to eat us all. _You_ are not
at home and in bed either.
CAESAR (_with conviction_). Yes I am. I live in a tent; and I am now
in that tent, fast asleep and dreaming. Do you suppose that I believe
you are real, you impossible little dream witch?
CLEOPATRA (_giggling and leaning trustfully towards him_). You are a funny old gentleman. I like you.
CAESAR. Ah, that spoils the dream. Why don't you dream that I am
young?
CLEOPATRA. I wish you were; only I think I should be more afraid of you. I like men, especially young men with round strong arms; but I am afraid of them. You are old and rather thin and stringy; but you have a nice voice; and I like to have somebody to talk to, though I think you are a little mad. It is the moon that makes you talk to yourself in that silly way.
CAESAR. What! you heard that, did you? I was saying my prayers to the great Sphinx.
CLEOPATRA. But this isn't the great Sphinx.
CAESAR (_much disappointed, looking up at the statue_). What!
CLEOPATRA. This is only a dear little kitten of the Sphinx. Why, the great Sphinx is so big that it has a temple between its paws. This is my pet Sphinx. Tell me: do you think the Romans have any sorcerers who could take us away from the Sphinx by magic?
CAESAR. Why? Are you afraid of the Romans?
CLEOPATRA (_very seriously_). Oh, they would eat us if they caught us. They are barbarians. Their chief is called Julius Caesar. His father was a tiger and his mother a burning mountain; and his nose is like an elephant's trunk. (_Caesar involuntarily rubs his nose._) They all have long noses, and ivory tusks, and little tails, and seven arms with a hundred arrows in each; and they live on human flesh.
CAESAR. Would you like me to shew you a real Roman?
CLEOPATRA (_terrified_). No. You are frightening me.
CAESAR. No matter: this is only a dream----
CLEOPATRA (_excitedly_). It is not a dream: it is not a dream. See, see. (_She plucks a pin from her hair and jabs it repeatedly into his arm._)
CAESAR. Ffff--Stop. (_Wrathfully_) How dare you?
CLEOPATRA (_abashed_). You said you were dreaming. (_Whimpering_) I only wanted to shew you----
CAESAR (_gently_). Come, come: don't cry. A queen mustn't cry. (_He rubs his arm, wondering at the reality of the smart._) Am I awake? (_He strikes his hand against the Sphinx to test its solidity. It feels so real that he begins to be alarmed, and says perplexedly_) Yes, I--(_quite panic-stricken_) no: impossible: madness, madness! (_Desperately_) Back to camp--to camp. (_He rises to spring down from the pedestal._)
CLEOPATRA (_flinging her arms in terror round him_). No: you shan't leave me. No, no, no: don't go. I'm afraid--afraid of the Romans.
CAESAR (_as the conviction that he is really awake forces itself on him_). Cleopatra: can you see my face well?
CLEOPATRA. Yes. It is so white in the moonlight.
CAESAR. Are you sure it is the moonlight that makes me look whiter than an Egyptian? (_Grimly_) Do you notice that I have a rather long nose?
CLEOPATRA (_recoiling, paralyzed by a terrible suspicion_). Oh!
CAESAR. It is a Roman nose, Cleopatra.
CLEOPATRA. Ah! (_With a piercing scream she springs up; darts round the left shoulder of the Sphinx; scrambles down to the sand; and falls on her knees in frantic supplication, shrieking_) Bite him in two, Sphinx: bite him in two. I meant to sacrifice the white cat--I did indeed--I (_Caesar, who has slipped down from the pedestal, touches her on the shoulder_) Ah! (_She buries her head in her arms._)
CAESAR. Cleopatra: shall I teach you a way to prevent Caesar from eating you?
CLEOPATRA (_clinging to him piteously_). Oh do, do, do. I will steal Ftatateeta's jewels and give them to you. I will make the river Nile water your lands twice a year.
CAESAR. Peace, peace, my child. Your gods are afraid of the Romans: you see the Sphinx dare not bite me, nor prevent me carrying you off to Julius Caesar.
CLEOPATRA (_in pleading murmurings_). You won't, you won't. You said you wouldn't.
CAESAR. Caesar never eats women.
CLEOPATRA (_springing up full of hope_). What!
CAESAR (_impressively_). But he eats girls (_she relapses_) and cats. Now you are a silly little girl; and you are descended from the black kitten. You are both a girl and a cat.
CLEOPATRA (_trembling_). And will he eat me?
CAESAR. Yes; unless you make him believe that you are a woman.
CLEOPATRA. Oh, you must get a sorcerer to make a woman of me. Are you a sorcerer?
CAESAR. Perhaps. But it will take a long time; and this very night you must stand face to face with Caesar in the palace of your fathers.
CLEOPATRA. No, no. I daren't.
CAESAR. Whatever dread may be in your soul--however terrible Caesar may be to you--you must confront him as a brave woman and a great queen; and you must feel no fear. If your hand shakes: if your voice quavers; then--night and death! (_She moans._) But if he thinks you worthy to rule, he will set you on the throne by his side and make you the real ruler of Egypt.
CLEOPATRA (_despairingly_). No: he will find me out: he will find me o
Julius Caesar!
THE GIRL (_urgently_). Old gentleman.
CAESAR. Sphinx: you presume on your centuries. I am younger than you,
though your voice is but a girl's voice as yet.
THE GIRL. Climb up here, quickly; or the Romans will come and eat you.
CAESAR (_running forward past the Sphinx's shoulder, and seeing her_).
A child at its breast! A divine child!
THE GIRL. Come up quickly. You must get up at its side and creep
round.
CAESAR (_amazed_). Who are you?
THE GIRL. Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt.
CAESAR. Queen of the Gypsies, you mean.
CLEOPATRA. You must not be disrespectful to me, or the Sphinx will let
the Romans eat you. Come up. It is quite cosy here.
CAESAR (_to himself_). What a dream! What a magnificent dream! Only
let me not wake, and I will conquer ten continents to pay for dreaming
it out to the end. (_He climbs to the Sphinx's flank, and presently
reappears to her on the pedestal, stepping round its right shoulder._)
CLEOPATRA. Take care. That's right. Now sit down: you may have its
other paw. (_She seats herself comfortably on its left paw._) It is
very powerful and will protect us; but (_shivering, and with plaintive
loneliness_) it would not take any notice of me or keep me company. I
am glad you have come: I was very lonely. Did you happen to see a
white cat anywhere?
CAESAR (_sitting slowly down on the right paw in extreme wonderment_).
Have you lost one?
CLEOPATRA. Yes: the sacred white cat: is it not dreadful? I brought
him here to sacrifice him to the Sphinx; but when we got a little way
from the city a black cat called him, and he jumped out of my arms and
ran away to it. Do you think that the black cat can have been my
great-great-great-grandmother?
CAESAR (_staring at her_). Your great-great-great-grandmother! Well, why not? Nothing would surprise me on this night of nights.
CLEOPATRA. I think it must have been. My great-grandmother's
great-grandmother was a black kitten of the sacred white cat; and the
river Nile made her his seventh wife. That is why my hair is so wavy.
And I always want to be let do as I like, no matter whether it is the will of the gods or not: that is because my blood is made with Nile water.
CAESAR. What are you doing here at this time of night? Do you live
here?
CLEOPATRA. Of course not: I am the Queen; and I shall live in the
palace at Alexandria when I have killed my brother, who drove me out
of it. When I am old enough I shall do just what I like. I shall
be able to poison the slaves and see them wriggle, and pretend to
Ftatateeta that she is going to be put into the fiery furnace.
CAESAR. Hm! Meanwhile why are you not at home and in bed?
CLEOPATRA. Because the Romans are coming to eat us all. _You_ are not
at home and in bed either.
CAESAR (_with conviction_). Yes I am. I live in a tent; and I am now
in that tent, fast asleep and dreaming. Do you suppose that I believe
you are real, you impossible little dream witch?
CLEOPATRA (_giggling and leaning trustfully towards him_). You are a funny old gentleman. I like you.
CAESAR. Ah, that spoils the dream. Why don't you dream that I am
young?
CLEOPATRA. I wish you were; only I think I should be more afraid of you. I like men, especially young men with round strong arms; but I am afraid of them. You are old and rather thin and stringy; but you have a nice voice; and I like to have somebody to talk to, though I think you are a little mad. It is the moon that makes you talk to yourself in that silly way.
CAESAR. What! you heard that, did you? I was saying my prayers to the great Sphinx.
CLEOPATRA. But this isn't the great Sphinx.
CAESAR (_much disappointed, looking up at the statue_). What!
CLEOPATRA. This is only a dear little kitten of the Sphinx. Why, the great Sphinx is so big that it has a temple between its paws. This is my pet Sphinx. Tell me: do you think the Romans have any sorcerers who could take us away from the Sphinx by magic?
CAESAR. Why? Are you afraid of the Romans?
CLEOPATRA (_very seriously_). Oh, they would eat us if they caught us. They are barbarians. Their chief is called Julius Caesar. His father was a tiger and his mother a burning mountain; and his nose is like an elephant's trunk. (_Caesar involuntarily rubs his nose._) They all have long noses, and ivory tusks, and little tails, and seven arms with a hundred arrows in each; and they live on human flesh.
CAESAR. Would you like me to shew you a real Roman?
CLEOPATRA (_terrified_). No. You are frightening me.
CAESAR. No matter: this is only a dream----
CLEOPATRA (_excitedly_). It is not a dream: it is not a dream. See, see. (_She plucks a pin from her hair and jabs it repeatedly into his arm._)
CAESAR. Ffff--Stop. (_Wrathfully_) How dare you?
CLEOPATRA (_abashed_). You said you were dreaming. (_Whimpering_) I only wanted to shew you----
CAESAR (_gently_). Come, come: don't cry. A queen mustn't cry. (_He rubs his arm, wondering at the reality of the smart._) Am I awake? (_He strikes his hand against the Sphinx to test its solidity. It feels so real that he begins to be alarmed, and says perplexedly_) Yes, I--(_quite panic-stricken_) no: impossible: madness, madness! (_Desperately_) Back to camp--to camp. (_He rises to spring down from the pedestal._)
CLEOPATRA (_flinging her arms in terror round him_). No: you shan't leave me. No, no, no: don't go. I'm afraid--afraid of the Romans.
CAESAR (_as the conviction that he is really awake forces itself on him_). Cleopatra: can you see my face well?
CLEOPATRA. Yes. It is so white in the moonlight.
CAESAR. Are you sure it is the moonlight that makes me look whiter than an Egyptian? (_Grimly_) Do you notice that I have a rather long nose?
CLEOPATRA (_recoiling, paralyzed by a terrible suspicion_). Oh!
CAESAR. It is a Roman nose, Cleopatra.
CLEOPATRA. Ah! (_With a piercing scream she springs up; darts round the left shoulder of the Sphinx; scrambles down to the sand; and falls on her knees in frantic supplication, shrieking_) Bite him in two, Sphinx: bite him in two. I meant to sacrifice the white cat--I did indeed--I (_Caesar, who has slipped down from the pedestal, touches her on the shoulder_) Ah! (_She buries her head in her arms._)
CAESAR. Cleopatra: shall I teach you a way to prevent Caesar from eating you?
CLEOPATRA (_clinging to him piteously_). Oh do, do, do. I will steal Ftatateeta's jewels and give them to you. I will make the river Nile water your lands twice a year.
CAESAR. Peace, peace, my child. Your gods are afraid of the Romans: you see the Sphinx dare not bite me, nor prevent me carrying you off to Julius Caesar.
CLEOPATRA (_in pleading murmurings_). You won't, you won't. You said you wouldn't.
CAESAR. Caesar never eats women.
CLEOPATRA (_springing up full of hope_). What!
CAESAR (_impressively_). But he eats girls (_she relapses_) and cats. Now you are a silly little girl; and you are descended from the black kitten. You are both a girl and a cat.
CLEOPATRA (_trembling_). And will he eat me?
CAESAR. Yes; unless you make him believe that you are a woman.
CLEOPATRA. Oh, you must get a sorcerer to make a woman of me. Are you a sorcerer?
CAESAR. Perhaps. But it will take a long time; and this very night you must stand face to face with Caesar in the palace of your fathers.
CLEOPATRA. No, no. I daren't.
CAESAR. Whatever dread may be in your soul--however terrible Caesar may be to you--you must confront him as a brave woman and a great queen; and you must feel no fear. If your hand shakes: if your voice quavers; then--night and death! (_She moans._) But if he thinks you worthy to rule, he will set you on the throne by his side and make you the real ruler of Egypt.
CLEOPATRA (_despairingly_). No: he will find me out: he will find me o