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 My lord, the deeds are written. Will it please thee to sign?

I come.

[To ] I would willingly have heard thee tell the tale. But the lords wait. [As he goes in, with a slight tinge of mockery] Seek again, Simeon!

[Looking after ] Was the man mocking me? Doth he know I sold Joseph into slavery? Since he knoweth all things—was he mocking me?

Who was mocking thee, Hebrew?

Lady [He is about to pass her, when he recognizes her and starts back in amazement]

Why does thou marvel so?

Where have I seen thee—? Where? Where?

[Recognizing him] Thou—! Ay—! The years have not taken the greed out of thine eyes! Thou art one of those who would have slain Joseph!

And thou art she who bought him! Ah! Thank God! Now I shall find my brother again!

Art thou mad?

Nay, deny me not. Thou art she! Time hath not touched thy beauty! Joseph, my brother, is he alive? Where is he?

[In amazement, indicating the house] Why

[Sharply] Silence! [To watching him closely] Knowest thou in whose house thou art?

In the house of the Overlord of Egypt. I