Save your passions for the Babylonian. She'll appreciate them more than I do

Baketamon:

I wish a word with you. Over here. Horemheb:
May I say I've long dreamed of a word with you. Baketamon:
We will discuss your dreams. I wish to speak with your friend, the physician. Horemheb:
Why are you so interested in him? Baketamon:
My brother's been asking for him. He hasn't yet presented himself at court. Horemheb:
Sinuhe has left the city. He's gone to... Memphis I think. Baketamon:
If you hope for further promotions don't lie to me. Horemheb:
I love my friend enough to lie for him, even to a royal princess. What do you want? Baketamon:
I want him saved from this creature who's stolen his wits. Horemheb:
That's easy, she's a Babylonian, have her banished or killed. Baketamon:
He'd follow her into exile or mourn over her grave the rest of his life. No. He must be made to see that she's worthless. Horemheb:
And how to you expect to accomplish that? Baketamon:
By letting him find out that she's betrayed him with his best friend. You shouldn't find that too difficult. Such women like to be assaulted as if they were fortresses. Horemheb:
Your Highness flatters me. Baketamon:
I value you in the same way that you value yourself. [He sees a gold serpent bracelet coiled around her lower arm] Horemheb:
Give me that bracelet. Baketamon:
You want a reward for helping the friend you love so much? Horemheb:
I want it for the Babylonian. Baketamon:
Oh? Then you're afraid that your manly charms won't be enough? Horemheb:
Not for her. [he notices his friends looking their way] Horemheb:
My friends are watching us. They think you're awarding me an honor. Baketamon:
Let them think what they will. Horemheb:
Some day you'll strip your arms of honors for me, your ankles and your neck. Baketamon:
Save your passions for the Babylonian. She'll appreciate them more than I do