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 alone. If she be as Zuleika saith, I will importune the Pharaoh himself, and no bar shall hinder thee. [Leading his guests off] Farewell! Farewell!—

[Darkly; looking after ] Snatched from me? So? [To ] Wakara—! Hither!— Knowest thou whom he loveth?

Who, lady?

[Impatiently] The slave. . . Joseph.

Whom else can a man love when Zuleika is nigh?

[An exclamation of triumph] Hah!—[She sees turning to come to her] Peace—peace—fool!

[Eagerly] Zuleika!—[He sees ] Still attended!

My tiring-woman.

[To ] Perform thine office quickly.

[Raising her hands to her head] This heavy coronet—

[Amazed] Ha! Thy hair floweth out as the night floweth over the desert.

The cloak—it crusheth me.

Bid the woman begone!

No such haste, my lord. [She sits on the throne-like chair] Now these jeweled sandals.