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 Wakara! What is it?

I am half clad!

I am half-awake!

I am afeared!

What ails thee?

Why are we summoned?

[Dazed] You!—Did I summon you?—Ay! Wait! [To ] Thou, seek him again. Say I command him hither by his troth to Potiphar. Say I know of the plot against the Pharaoh. [Struck by a new idea] Say Potiphar's life is in danger! Say that! Say that! Be-gone!

[Exit R.]

[To the maids] The mirror!

[ takes the mirror from a table]

The mirror, so late!

Is the night so old?

'Tis but an hour ere the dawn.

Sayest thou so? Swiftly, then!

[ gives her the mirror]

But wherefore? Wherefore?

Is not my lord coming at sunrise?

Oh! That is glad news!

[To whose left hand is bandaged] Loosen my hair. Why, what is thy wound?

[All the girls laugh]

[Trying to hide her hand] 'Tis nought. This morning I was cutting a melon, and the knife slipped.

[All laugh again]

Why do you laugh at her hurt?