Rameses:
[to Nefretiri]
Did you lose your head, my sweet?
Sethi:
[to Rameses]
I sent you to Goshen to bring me the head of the jackal who would free the slaves. Where is it?
Rameses:
The slaves do not need a deliver now. They have Moses.
Nefretiri:
Is that a riddle?
Rameses:
[to Sethi]
He gives them the priests' grain and one day in seven to rest. They call it "The Day of Moses."
[as if it is a holiday]
Jannes:
This man makes himself a god.
Nefretiri:
I prefer him as a man.
Rameses:
You would prefer him as Pharaoh.
Nefretiri:
Are you afraid of Moses?
Rameses:
Yes, because now he holds Ethiopia in his left hand, Goshen in right, and you, my Pharaoh, are in-between them.
Sethi:
Do you imply that he would raise the slaves against me? I've been his father.
Jannes:
Ambition knows no father.
Nefretiri:
Moses could no more betray you than I could, Sethi.
Sethi:
He can tell me that when he arrives.
Rameses:
He will not be here, my father.
Sethi:
What? I sent for both of you.
Rameses:
His word is that he cannot attend you, being pressed by other matters.
Sethi:
[to Nefretiri]
Did you hear that? Other matters?
[Sethi spoke as in an a shout of anger, or shock]
Sethi:
[Sethi then gets up and clangs a gong, for an Egyptian servant, immediately a servent appears]
My escort. I will ride with you, my son, to see what rears itself in Goshen... a city or treason.
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