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 To-morrow night, when Pharaoh is feasting Potiphar. Come.

A plot against Pharaoh! It is too horrible!

Nay—the horrible thing shall not be done. We will outwit them.

[Passionately] Swear I shall never be the murderer's wife!

That will I readily swear! Get thee within! Gather courage for to-morrow.

[Mastering herself] To-morrow—Lover, shall we ever meet again?

Ay, shall we! I kiss sleep into thine eyes, and a smile into thy lips, and courage into thy heart. [He sees ] Away!

Joseph—Joseph!

Who calleth?

'Tis I—Wakara. What is thine errand?

The lady Zuleika hath news of my lord's return.

I sent her the news.

She biddeth thee come to her, to tell her more.

There is no more to tell.

She commandeth thee to come.

Tell thy mistress I am on guard. I may not come.

Thy mistress commandeth thee, her slave.