Part 8

RUFIO (_grimly, as he rises_). Something with bones in it, eh?

CAESAR (_shuddering_). Hush, hush, Rufio. (_He leaves the table and returns to the colonnade: Rufio following at his left elbow, and Apollodorus at the other side._)

CLEOPATRA (_still in her place at the table_). Will you leave me, Caesar? Apollodorus: are you going?

APOLLODORUS. Faith, dearest Queen, my appetite is gone.

CAESAR. Go down to the courtyard, Apollodorus; and find out what has happened.

_Apollodorus nods and goes out, making for the staircase by which Rufio ascended._

CLEOPATRA. Your soldiers have killed somebody, perhaps. What does it matter?

_The murmur of a crowd rises from the beach below. Caesar and Rufio look at one another._

CAESAR. This must be seen to. (_He is about to follow Apollodorus when Rufio stops him with a hand on his arm as Ftatateeta comes back by the far end of the roof, with dragging steps, a drowsy satiety in her eyes and in the corners of the bloodhound lips. For a moment Caesar suspects that she is drunk with wine. Not so Rufio: he knows well the red vintage that has inebriated her._)

RUFIO (_in a low tone_). There is some mischief between those two.

FTATATEETA. The Queen looks again on the face of her servant.

_Cleopatra looks at her for a moment with an exultant reflection of her murderous expression. Then she flings her arms round her; kisses her repeatedly and savagely; and tears off her jewels and heaps them on her. The two men turn from the spectacle to look at one another. Ftatateeta drags herself sleepily to the altar; kneels before Ra; and remains there in prayer. Caesar goes to Cleopatra, leaving Rufio in the colonnade._

CAESAR (_with searching earnestness_). Cleopatra: what has happened?

CLEOPATRA (_in mortal dread of him, but with her utmost cajolery_). Nothing, dearest Caesar. (_With sickly sweetness, her voice almost failing_) Nothing. I am innocent. (_She approaches him affectionately_) Dear Caesar: are you angry with me? Why do you look at me so? I have been here with you all the time. How can I know what has happened?

CAESAR (_reflectively_). That is true.

CLEOPATRA (_greatly relieved, trying to caress him_). Of course it is true. (_He does not respond to the caress._) _You_ know it is true, Rufio.

_The murmur without suddenly swells to a roar and subsides._

RUFIO. I shall know presently. (_He makes for the altar in the burly trot that serves him for a stride, and touches Ftatateeta on the shoulder._) Now, mistress: I shall want you. (_He orders her, with a gesture, to go before him._)

FTATATEETA (_rising and glowering at him_). My place is with the Queen.

CLEOPATRA. She has done no harm, Rufio.

CAESAR (_to Rufio_). Let her stay.

RUFIO (_sitting down on the altar_). Very well. Then my place is here too; and you can see what is the matter for yourself. The city is in a pretty uproar, it seems.

CAESAR (_with grave displeasure_). Rufio: there is a time for obedience.

RUFIO. And there is a time for obstinacy. (_He folds his arms doggedly._)

CAESAR (_to Cleopatra_). Send her away.

CLEOPATRA (_whining in her eagerness to propitiate him_). Yes, I will. I will do whatever you ask me, Caesar, always, because I love you. Ftatateeta: go away.

FTATATEETA. The Queen's word is my will. I shall be at hand for the Queen's call. (_She goes out past Ra, as she came._)

RUFIO (_following her_). Remember, Caesar, _your_ bodyguard also is within call. (_He follows her out._)

_Cleopatra, presuming upon Caesar's submission to Rufio, leaves the table and sits down on the bench in the colonnade._

CLEOPATRA. Why do you allow Rufio to treat you so? You should teach him his place.

CAESAR. Teach him to be my enemy, and to hide his thoughts from me as you are now hiding yours.

CLEOPATRA (_her fears returning_). Why do you say that, Caesar? Indeed, indeed, I am not hiding anything. You are wrong to treat me like this. (_She stifles a sob._) I am only a child; and you turn into stone because you think some one has been killed. I cannot bear it. (_She purposely breaks down and weeps. He looks at her with profound sadness and complete coldness. She looks up to see what effect she is producing. Seeing that he is unmoved, she sits up, pretending to struggle with her emotion and to put it bravely away._) But there: I know you hate tears: you shall not be troubled with them. I know you are not angry, but only sad; only I am so silly, I cannot help being hurt when you speak coldly. Of course you are quite right: it is dreadful to think of anyone being killed or even hurt; and I hope nothing really serious has-- (_Her voice dies away under his contemptuous penetration._)

CAESAR. What has frightened you into this? What have you done? (_A trumpet sounds on the beach below._) Aha! That sounds like the answer.

CLEOPATRA (_sinking back trembling on the bench and covering her face with her hands_). I have not betrayed you, Caesar: I swear it.

CAESAR. I know that. I have not trusted you. (_He turns from her, and is about to go out when Apollodorus and Britannus drag in Lucius Septimius to him. Rufio follows. Caesar shudders._) Again, Pompey's murderer!

RUFIO. The town has gone mad, I think. They are for tearing the palace down and driving us into the sea straight away. We laid hold of this renegade in clearing them out of the courtyard.

CAESAR. Release him. (_They let go his arms._) What has offended the citizens, Lucius Septimius?

LUCIUS. What did you expect, Caesar? Pothinus was a favorite of theirs.

CAESAR. What has happened to Pothinus? I set him free, here, not half an hour ago. Did they not pass him out?

LUCIUS. Ay, through the gallery arch sixty feet above ground, with three inches of steel in his ribs. He is as dead as Pompey. We are quits now, as to killing--you and I.

CAESAR. (_shocked_). Assassinated!--our prisoner, our guest! (_He turns reproachfully on Rufio_) Rufio----

RUFIO (_emphatically--anticipating the question_). Whoever did it was a wise man and a friend of yours (_Cleopatra is qreatly emboldened_); but none of _us_ had a hand in it. So it is no use to frown at me. (_Caesar turns and looks at Cleopatra._)

CLEOPATRA (_violently--rising_). He was slain by order of the Queen of Egypt. I am not Julius Caesar the dreamer, who allows every slave to insult him. Rufio has said I did well: now the others shall judge me too. (_She turns to the others._) This Pothinus sought to make me conspire with him to betray Caesar to Achillas and Ptolemy. I refused; and he cursed me and came privily to Caesar to accuse me of his own treachery. I caught him in the act; and he insulted me--_me_, the Queen! to my face. Caesar would not avenge me: he spoke him fair and set him free. Was I right to avenge myself? Speak, Lucius.

LUCIUS. I do not gainsay it. But you will get little thanks from Caesar for it.

CLEOPATRA. Speak, Apollodorus. Was I wrong?

APOLLODORUS. I have only one word of blame, most beautiful. You should have called upon me, your knight; and in fair duel I should have slain the slanderer.

CLEOPATRA (_passionately_). I will be judged by your very slave, Caesar. Britannus: speak. Was I wrong?

BRITANNUS. Were treachery, falsehood, and disloyalty left unpunished, society must become like an arena full of wild beasts, tearing one another to pieces. Caesar is in the wrong.

CAESAR (_with quiet bitterness_). And so the verdict is against me, it seems.

CLEOPATRA (_vehemently_). Listen to me, Caesar. If one man in all Alexandria can be found to say that I did wrong, I swear to have myself crucified on the door of the palace by my own slaves.

CAESAR. If one man in all the world can be found, now or forever, to _know_ that you did wrong, that man will have either to conquer the world as I have, or be crucified by it. (_The uproar in the streets again reaches them._) Do you hear? These knockers at your gate are also believers in vengeance and in stabbing. You have slain their leader: it is right that they shall slay you. If you doubt it, ask your four counselors here. And then in the name of that _right_ (_He emphasizes the word with great scorn._) shall I not slay them for murdering their Queen, and be slain in my turn by their countrymen as the invader of their fatherland? Can Rome do less then than slay these slayers too, to shew the world how Rome avenges her sons and her honor? And so, to the end of history, murder shall breed murder, always in the name of right and honor and peace, until the gods are tired of blood and create a race that can understand. (_Fierce uproar. Cleopatra becomes white with terror._) Hearken, you who must not be insulted. Go near enough to catch their words: you will find them bitterer than the tongue of Pothinus. (_Loftily wrapping himself up in an impenetrable dignity._) Let the Queen of Egypt now give her orders for vengeance, and take her measures for defence; for she has renounced Caesar. (_He turns to go._)

CLEOPATRA (_terrified, running to him and falling on her knees_). You will not desert me, Caesar. You will defend the palace.

CAESAR. You have taken the powers of life and death upon you. I am only a dreamer.

CLEOPATRA. But they will kill me.

CAESAR. And why not?

CLEOPATRA. In pity----

CAESAR. Pity! What! Has it come to this so suddenly, that nothing can save you now but pity? Did it save Pothinus?

_She rises, wringing her hands, and goes back to the bench in despair. Apollodorus shews his sympathy with her by quietly posting himself behind the bench. The sky has by this time become the most vivid purple, and soon begins to change to a glowing pale orange, against which the colonnade and the great image shew darklier and darklier._

RUFIO. Caesar: enough of preaching. The enemy is at the gate.

CAESAR (_turning on him and giving way to his wrath_). Ay; and what has held him baffled at the gate all these months? Was it my folly, as you deem it, or your wisdom? In this Egyptian Red Sea of blood, whose hand has held all your heads above the waves? (_Turning on Cleopatra_) And yet, when Caesar says to such an one, "Friend, go free," you, clinging for your little life to my sword, dare steal out and stab him in the back? And you, soldiers and gentlemen, and honest servants as you forget that you are, applaud this assassination, and say "Caesar is in the wrong." By the gods, I am tempted to open my hand and let you all sink into the flood.

CLEOPATRA (_with a ray of cunning hope_). But, Caesar, if you do, you will perish yourself.

_Caesar's eyes blaze._

RUFIO (_greatly alarmed_). Now, by great Jove, you filthy little Egyptian rat, that is the very word to make him walk out alone into the city and leave us here to be cut to pieces. (_Desperately, to Caesar_) Will you desert us because we are a parcel of fools? I mean no harm by killing: I do it as a dog kills a cat, by instinct. We are all dogs at your heels; but we have served you faithfully.

CAESAR (_relenting_). Alas, Rufio, my son, my son: as dogs we are like to perish now in the streets.

APOLLODORUS (_at his post behind Cleopatra's seat_). Caesar, what you say has an Olympian ring in it: it must be right; for it is fine art. But I am still on the side of Cleopatra. If we must die, she shall not want the devotion of a man's heart nor the strength of a man's arm.

CLEOPATRA (_sobbing_). But I don't want to die.

CAESAR (_sadly_). Oh, ignoble, ignoble!

LUCIUS (_coming forward between Caesar and Cleopatra_). Hearken to me, Caesar. It may be ignoble; but I also mean to live as long as I can.

CAESAR. Well, my friend, you are likely to outlive Caesar. Is it any magic of mine, think you, that has kept your army and this whole city at bay for so long? Yesterday, what quarrel had they with me that they should risk their lives against me? But to-day we have flung them down their hero, murdered; and now every man of them is set upon clearing out this nest of assassins--for such we are and no more. Take courage then; and sharpen your sword. Pompey's head has fallen; and Caesar's head is ripe.

APOLLODORUS. Does Caesar despair?

CAESAR (_with infinite pride_). He who has never hoped can never despair. Caesar, in good or bad fortune, looks his fate in the face.

LUCIUS. Look it in the face, then; and it will smile as it always has on Caesar.

CAESAR (_with involuntary haughtiness_). Do you presume to encourage me?

LUCIUS. I offer you my services. I will change sides if you will have me.

CAESAR (_suddenly coming down to earth again, and looking sharply at him, divining that there is something behind the offer_). What! At this point?

LUCIUS (_firmly_). At this point.

RUFIO. Do you suppose Caesar is mad, to trust you?

LUCIUS. I do not ask him to trust me until he is victorious. I ask for my life, and for a command in Caesar's army. And since Caesar is a fair dealer, I will pay in advance.

CAESAR. Pay! How?

LUCIUS. With a piece of good news for you.

_Caesar divines the news in a flash._

RUFIO. What news?

CAESAR (_with an elate and buoyant energy which makes Cleopatra sit up and stare_). What news! What news, did you say, my son Rufio? The relief has arrived: what other news remains for us? Is it not so, Lucius Septimius? Mithridates of Pergamos is on the march.

LUCIUS. He has taken Pelusium.

CAESAR (_delighted_). Lucius Septimius: you are henceforth my officer. Rufio: the Egyptians must have sent every soldier from the city to prevent Mithridates crossing the Nile. There is nothing in the streets now but mob--mob!

LUCIUS. It is so. Mithridates is marching by the great road to Memphis to cross above the Delta. Achillas will fight him there.

CAESAR (_all audacity_). Achillas shall fight Caesar there. See, Rufio. (_He runs to the table; snatches a napkin; and draws a plan on it with his finger dipped in wine, whilst Rufio and Lucius Septimius crowd about him to watch, all looking closely, for the light is now almost gone._) Here is the palace (_pointing to his plan_): here is the theatre. You (_to Rufio_) take twenty men and pretend to go by _that_ street (_pointing it out_); and whilst they are stoning you, out go the cohorts by this and this. My streets are right, are they, Lucius?

LUCIUS. Ay, that is the fig market----

CAESAR (_too much excited to listen to him_). I saw them the day we arrived. Good! (_He throws the napkin on the table and comes down again into the colonnade._) Away, Britannus: tell Petronius that within an hour half our forces must take ship for the western lake. See to my horse and armor. (_Britannus runs out._) With the rest, _I_ shall march round the lake and up the Nile to meet Mithridates. Away, Lucius; and give the word.

_Lucius hurries out after Britannus._

RUFIO. Come: this is something like business.

CAESAR (_buoyantly_). Is it not, my only son? (_He claps his hands. The slaves hurry in to the table._) No more of this mawkish reveling: away with all this stuff: shut it out of my sight and be off with you. (_The slaves begin to remove the table; and the curtains are drawn, shutting in the colonnade._) You understand about the streets, Rufio?

RUFIO. Ay, I think I do. I will get through them, at all events.

_The bucina sounds busily in the courtyard beneath._

CAESAR. Come, then: we must talk to the troops and hearten them. You down to the beach: I to the courtyard. (_He makes for the staircase._)

CLEOPATRA (_rising from her seat, where she has been quite neglected all this time, and stretching out her hands timidly to him_). Caesar.

CAESAR (_turning_). Eh?

CLEOPATRA. Have you forgotten me?

CAESAR. (_indulgently_). I am busy now, my child, busy. When I return your affairs shall be settled. Farewell; and be good and patient.

_He goes, preoccupied and quite indifferent. She stands with clenched fists, in speechless rage and humiliation._

RUFIO. That game is played and lost, Cleopatra. The woman always gets the worst of it.

CLEOPATRA (_haughtily_). Go. Follow your master.

RUFIO (_in her ear, with rough familiarity_). A word first. Tell your executioner that if Pothinus had been properly killed--_in the throat_--he would not have called out. Your man bungled his work.

CLEOPATRA (_enigmatically_). How do you know it was a man?

RUFIO (_startled, and puzzled_). It was not you: you were with us when it happened. (_She turns her back scornfully on him. He shakes his head, and draws the curtains to go out. It is now a magnificent moonlit night. The table has been removed. Ftatateeta is seen in the light of the moon and stars, again in prayer before the white altar-stone of Ra. Rufio starts; closes the curtains again softly; and says in a low voice to Cleopatra_) Was it she? With her own hand?

CLEOPATRA (_threateningly_). Whoever it was, let my enemies beware of her. Look to it, Rufio, you who dare make the Queen of Egypt a fool before Caesar.

RUFIO (_looking grimly at her_). I will look to it, Cleopatra. (_He nods in confirmation of the promise, and slips out through the curtains, loosening his sword in its sheath as he goes._)

ROMAN SOLDIERS (_in the courtyard below_). Hail, Caesar! Hail, hail!

_Cleopatra listens. The bucina sounds again, followed by several trumpets._

CLEOPATRA (_wringing her hands and calling_). Ftatateeta. Ftatateeta. It is dark; and I am alone. Come to me. (_Silence._) Ftatateeta. (_Louder._) Ftatateeta. (_Silence. In a panic she snatches the cord and pulls the curtains apart._)

_Ftatateeta is lying dead on the altar of Ra, with her throat cut. Her blood deluges the white stone._

ACT V

_High noon. Festival and military pageant on the esplanade before the palace. In the east harbor Caesar's galley, so gorgeously decorated that it seems to be rigged with flowers, is along-side the quay, close to the steps Apollodorus descended when he embarked with the carpet. A Roman guard is posted there in charge of a gangway, whence a red floorcloth is laid down the middle of the esplanade, turning off to the north opposite the central gate in the palace front, which shuts in the esplanade on the south side. The broad steps of the gate, crowded with Cleopatra's ladies, all in their gayest attire, are like a flower garden. The façade is lined by her guard, officered by the same gallants to whom Bel Affris announced the coming of Caesar six months before in the old palace on the Syrian border. The north side is lined by Roman soldiers, with the townsfolk on tiptoe behind them, peering over their heads at the cleared esplanade, in which the officers stroll about, chatting. Among these are Belzanor and the Persian; also the Centurion, vinewood cudgel in hand, battle worn, thick-booted, and much outshone, both socially and decoratively, by the Egyptian officers._

_Apollodorus makes his way through the townsfolk and calls to the officers from behind the Roman line._

APOLLODORUS. Hullo! May I pass?

CENTURION. Pass Apollodorus the Sicilian there! (_The soldiers let him through._)

BELZANOR. Is Caesar at hand?

APOLLODORUS. Not yet. He is still in the market place. I could not stand any more of the roaring of the soldiers! After half an hour of the enthusiasm of an army, one feels the need of a little sea air.

PERSIAN. Tell us the news. Hath he slain the priests?

APOLLODORUS. Not he. They met him in the market place with ashes on their heads and their gods in their hands. They placed the gods at his feet. The only one that was worth looking at was Apis: a miracle of gold and ivory work. By my advice he offered the chief priest two talents for it.

BELZANOR (_appalled_). Apis the all-knowing for two talents! What said the chief priest?

APOLLODORUS. He invoked the mercy of Apis, and asked for five.

BELZANOR. There will be famine and tempest in the land for this.

PERSIAN. Pooh! Why did not Apis cause Caesar to be vanquished by Achillas? Any fresh news from the war, Apollodorus?

APOLLODORUS. The little King Ptolemy was drowned.

BELZANOR. Drowned! How?

APOLLODORUS. With the rest of them. Caesar attacked them from three sides at once and swept them into the Nile. Ptolemy's barge sank.

BELZANOR. A marvelous man, this Caesar! Will he come soon, think you?

APOLLODORUS. He was settling the Jewish question when I left.

_A flourish of trumpets from the north, and commotion among the townsfolk, announces the approach of Caesar._

PERSIAN. He has made short work of them. Here he comes. (_He hurries to his post in front of the Egyptian lines._)

BELZANOR (_following him_). Ho there! Caesar comes.

_The soldiers stand at attention, and dress their lines. Apollodorus goes to the Egyptian line._

CENTURION (_hurrying to the gangway guard_). Attention there! Caesar comes.

_Caesar arrives in state with Rufio: Britannus following. The soldiers receive him with enthusiastic shouting._

CAESAR. I see my ship awaits me. The hour of Caesar's farewell to Egypt has arrived. And now, Rufio, what remains to be done before I go?

RUFIO (_at his left hand_). You have not yet appointed a Roman governor for this province.

CAESAR (_Looking whimsically at him, but speaking with perfect gravity_). What say you to Mithridates of Pergamos, my reliever and rescuer, the great son of Eupator?

RUFIO. Why, that you will want him elsewhere. Do you forget that you have some three or four armies to conquer on your way home?

CAESAR. Indeed! Well, what say you to yourself?

RUFIO (_incredulously_). I! I a governor! What are you dreaming of? Do you not know that I am only the son of a freedman?

CAESAR (_affectionately_). Has not Caesar called you his son? (_Calling to the whole assembly_) Peace awhile there; and hear me.

THE ROMAN SOLDIERS. Hear Caesar.

CAESAR. Hear the service, quality, rank and name of the Roman governor. By service, Caesar's shield; by quality, Caesar's friend; by rank, a Roman soldier. (_The Roman soldiers give a triumphant shout._) By name, Rufio. (_They shout again._)

RUFIO (_kissing Caesar's hand_). Ay: I am Caesar's shield; but of what use shall I be when I am no longer on Caesar's arm? Well, no matter-- (_He becomes husky, and turns away to recover himself._)

CAESAR. Where is that British Islander of mine?

BRITANNUS (_coming forward on Caesar's right hand_). Here, Caesar.

CAESAR. Who bade you, pray, thrust yourself into the battle of the Delta, uttering the barbarous cries of your native land, and affirming yourself a match for any four of the Egyptians, to whom you applied unseemly epithets?

BRITANNUS. Caesar: I ask you to excuse the language that escaped me in the heat of the moment.

CAESAR. And how did you, who cannot swim, cross the canal with us when we stormed the camp?

BRITANNUS. Caesar: I clung to the tail of your horse.

CAESAR. These are not the deeds of a slave, Britannicus, but of a free man.

BRITANNUS. Caesar: I was born free.

CAESAR. But they call you Caesar's slave.

BRITANNUS. Only as Caesar's slave have I found real freedom.