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JOSEPH AND HIS BRETHREN

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!—

[All exeunt except Zuleika and Wakara]

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

Wakara. Who, lady?

Zuleika [Impatiently] The slave . . . Joseph.

Wakara. Whom else can a man love when Zuleika is nigh?

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

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

Zuleika. My tiring-woman.

Potiphar [To Wakara] Perform thine office quickly.

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

[Wakara lifts it off. Zuleika's hair streams loose]

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

Zuleika The cloak—it crusheth me.

[Wakara removes the cloak. Zuleika stands in a straight robe of gold]

Potiphar. Bid the woman begone!

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

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