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 [Rushing in from the garden] What mean the trumpets?

My lord returneth in triumph.

Summon your mistress.

What is't? What is't?

The Pharaoh himself went forward to meet him.

My lover is with him!

And mine! He will bring gifts.

Where is my lord Joseph?

[To who comes in sadly] Why art thou not merry?

Joseph should be glad today. He winneth his freedom.

[To ] Those ye love come; he I love goeth.

Lo! My lord Joseph!

Hail your lord!

A fair greeting! [He raises and presses him to his heart] Rise, rise, dear youth. [He looks around, amazed] Zuleika?

All is well with her, my lord.

[Impatiently] But why not here?