“Let all my sin be told, Harmachis, and then let justice come.  See now, this thing happened.  Half did Cleopatra learn to love thee, and deep in her heart she bethought her of taking thee to wedded husband.  For the sake of this half love of hers she spared the lives of those in the plot whom she had meshed, bethinking her that if she wedded thee she might use them and thee to draw the heart of Egypt, which loves not her nor any Ptolemy.  And then, once again she entrapped thee, and in thy folly thou didst betray to her the secret of the hidden wealth of Egypt, which to-day she squanders to delight the luxurious Antony; and, of a truth, at that time she purposed to make good her oath and marry thee.  But on the very morn when Dellius came for answer she sent for me, and telling me all—­for my wit, above any, she holds at price—­demanded of me my judgment whether she should defy Antony and wed thee, or whether she should put the thought away and come to Antony.  And I—­now mark thou all my sin—­I, in my bitter jealousy, rather than I would see her thy wedded wife and thou her loving lord, counselled her most strictly that she should come to Antony, well knowing—­for I had had speech with Dellius—­that if she came, this weak Antony would fall like a ripe fruit at her feet, as, indeed, he has fallen.  And but now I have shown thee the issue of the scheme.  Antony loves Cleopatra and Cleopatra loves Antony, and thou art robbed, and matters have gone well for me, who of all women on the earth to-night am the wretchedest by far.  For when I saw how thy heart broke but now, my heart seemed to break with thine, and I could no longer bear the burden of my evil deeds, but knew that I must tell them and take my punishment.

“And now, Harmachis, I have no more to say; save that I thank thee for thy courtesy in hearkening, and this one thing I add.  Driven by my great love I have sinned against thee unto death!  I have ruined thee, I have ruined Khem, and myself also I have ruined!  Let death reward me!  Slay thou me, Harmachis—­I will gladly die upon thy sword; ay, and kiss its blade!  Slay thou me and go; for if thou slayest me not, myself I will surely slay!” And she threw herself upon her knees, lifting her fair breast toward me, that I might smite her with my dagger.  And, in my bitter fury, I was minded to strike; for, above all, I thought how, when I was fallen, this woman, who herself was my cause of shame, had scourged me with her whip of scorn.  But it is hard to slay a fair woman; and, even as I lifted my hand to strike, I remembered that she had now twice saved my life.

“Woman! thou shameless woman!” I said, “arise!  I slay thee not!  Who am I, that I should judge thy crime, that, with mine own, doth overtop all earthly judgment?”

“Slay me, Harmachis!” she moaned; “slay me, or I slay myself!  My burden is too great for me to bear!  Be not so deadly calm!  Curse me, and slay!”