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[To ] Hold thy peace! Ho, slaves, strip him!

[Calmly] Ye cannot slay me.

Can we not? [To a slave] Show him the knife.

God will deliver me, for He is not a lying God as yours are

Slay him!—I will wash my hands in his blood.

[To slave] Make ready.

See how he faces them!

[Veiling his face] I cannot look upon this.

Wait!—I would see!

[Awed; pointing to her] Look! Look!

Now! [The slave raises the knife to plunge it into throat.  eyes are turned on  She cries] Stop!

[To ] What is thy name?

Joseph.

[Very musically, drawing out the syllables] Joh-seph. [To ] Lo! I sought a gift to bring to my lord Potiphar, and I found nought. Here is what