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

Ani. My lord returneth in triumph.

Tehuti. Summon your mistress.

Anset. What is't? What is't?

Sebni. The Pharaoh himself went forward to meet him.

Arilennu. My lover is with him!

Taherer. And mine! He will bring gifts.

Sebni. Where is my lord Joseph?

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

Atha. Joseph should be glad today. He winneth his freedom.

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

Heru. Lo! My lord Joseph!

[Enter Joseph richly robed]

Joseph. Hail your lord!

[Frantic cries of joy without. Trumpets. The characters on the stage arrange themselves to greet Potiphar. But always the door at the back is left conspicuous]

[Enter Potiphar, in his war-dress. Behind him come Nobles, Soldiers and Ladies. A great shout goes up from all on the stage; the weapons are brandished; the wild enthusiasm. Joseph prostrates himself before Potiphar]

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

Joseph. All is well with her, my lord.

Potiphar. [Impatiently] But why not here?