Nefretiri: You will be king of Egypt, and I will be your footstool! Moses: The man stupid enough to use you as a footstool would not be wise enough to rule Egypt.
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Nefretiri: You will be king of Egypt, and I will be your footstool! Moses: The man stupid enough to use you as a footstool would not be wise enough to rule Egypt.
Moses: Pharaoh is pleased? Sethi: With the obelisk, yes. But not with certain accusations made against you. Moses: By whom? Sethi: You raided the temple granaries? Moses: Yes. Sethi: You gave the grain to the slaves? Moses: Yes. Rameses: You gave them one day in seven to rest. Moses: Yes. Sethi: Did you do all this to gain their favor? Moses: A city is built of brick, Pharoah. The strong make many, the starving make few. Moses: The dead make none. So much for accusations. Now, judge the results.
Nefretiri: You lying adder. You'll destroy yourself with your own venom if you try to turn Sethi against Moses. Rameses: You would turn Sethi against me. Rameses: Remember, my sweet, that you must be wife to the next pharaoh. But you are going to be mine, all mine, like my dog or my horse or my falcon. Only I will love you more, and trust you less. Rameses: You will never do the things to me you would have done to Moses.
Sephora: Which of my sisters did you choose? Moses: I made no choice, Sephora. Sephora: She was very beautiful, wasn't she? This woman of Egypt, who left her scar upon your heart. Her skin was white as curd, her eyes green as the cedars of Lebanon, her lips, tamarisk honey. Like the breast of a dove, her arms were soft... and the wine of desire was in her veins. Moses: Yes. She was beautiful... as a jewel. Sephora: A jewel has brilliant fire, but it gives no warmth. Our hands are not so soft, but they can serve. Our bodies not so white, but they are strong. Our lips are not perfumed, but they speak the truth. Love is not an art to us. It's life to us. We are not dressed in gold and fine linen. Strength and honor are our clothing. Our tents are not the columned halls of Egypt, but our children play happily before them. We can offer you little... but we offer all we have. Moses: I have not little, Sephora. I have nothing. Sephora: Nothing from some... is more than gold from others. Moses: You would fill the emptiness of my heart? Sephora: I could never fill all of it, Moses, but I shall not be jealous of a memory.
Joshua: Here! Water lily! Lilia: My name is Lilia. Joshua: To me you are a lily, and I want water. Lilia: Joshua. Joshua, I thought you'd never come down. Joshua: Water before love, my girl. Lilia: Does it take the whole Nile to quench your thirst? Joshua: No, just your lips. Lilia: Be careful, my love. Dathan's eyes can see through stone. Joshua: Dathan is a vulture, feeding on the flesh of his own people. Lilia: When he looks at me, I am afraid. Joshua: If he touches you, I'll strangle him with his own whip! Lilia: And bring death to a thousand of us? Joshua: Is life in bondage better than death?
Rameses: Now speaks the rat that would be my ears. Dathan: Too many ears tie a rat's tongue.
Nefretiri: Oh, Moses, Moses, why of all men did I fall in love with a prince of fools?
Little Boy: The wind opens the sea! The Blind One: God opens the sea with a blast of his nostrils!
Bithiah: Your tongue will dig your grave, Memnet!
Moses: Bithiah. Bithiah: In fear of your God, they have set me free. May a stranger enter? Moses: There are no strangers among those who seek God's mercy. Bithiah: My bearers? Moses: All who thirst for freedom may come with us. The darkness of death will pass over us tonight, and tomorrow the light of freedom will shine upon us as we go forth from Egypt. Bithiah: I shall go with you, Moses. Miriam: A princess of Egypt? Aaron: An Egyptian? Miriam: An idol worshipper! Moses: This woman drew me from the Nile and set my feet upon the path of knowledge. Mered, bring a chair to our table for the daughter of Pharaoh. Bithiah: There is a great light that shines from your face, Moses. Perhaps someday I shall come to understand it.
Nefretiri: Oh, Moses, Moses, you stubborn, splendid, adorable fool!
Joshua: Praise God, I have found you. Moses: Joshua? We thought you dead. Joshua: In the copper mines of Geber, the living are dead. Moses: Sephora! Bring water! How did you find me? Joshua: A merchant buying copper saw you in the tent of Jethro. Moses: Here you, too, will find peace. Joshua: Peace? How can you find peace or want it when Rameses builds cities mortared with the blood of our people?
Dathan: Joshua's strength didn't kill the master builder. Rameses: Now speaks the rat that would be my ears. Dathan: Too many ears tie a rat's tongue. Rameses: Go, all of you! Rameses: Well... who killed him? Dathan: I am a poor man, Generous One; what I bring is worth much. Rameses: I have paid you much, and you have brought me nothing. Dathan: Now I bring you the world... true Son of Pharaoh. Rameses: You offer me the world when you cannot even bring me the deliverer. Who killed Baka? Dathan: The deliverer. Rameses: Would you play at words with me? Dathan: No, Lord Prince. Rameses: And this murderer has now fled to some distant land? Dathan: No, Lord Prince. Rameses: Name him. Dathan: One who made himself a prince and judge over us; and if he knew I were here, he would kill me as he killed the Egyptian. Rameses: I will hang you myself if you tire me further. Dathan: There are those who would pay much for what my eyes have seen. Rameses: Do you haggle with me like a seller of melons in the marketplace? Dathan: No, I will not haggle, Great Prince; here's your money. But for ten talents of fine gold, I'll give you the wealth of Egypt. Give me my freedom, and I'll give you the scepter. Give me the water girl Lilia, and I'll give you the princess of your heart's desire. Give me this house of Baka, and I'll give you the throne. Give me all that I ask... or give me leave to go. Rameses: I will give you more than leave to go; I will send you where you belong. Dathan: I belong in your service, Glorious One. Rameses: Very well, I will bargain with you. If what you say pleases me, I will give you your price, all of it; if not, I will give you the point of this blade through your lying throat, agreed? Dathan: Agreed; the deliverer... is Moses. Rameses: Draw one more breath to tell me why Moses or any other Egyptian would deliver the Hebrews? Dathan: Moses is not Egyptian; he's Hebrew, the son of slaves.
Nefretiri: Bring it back to me, stained with his blood! Rameses: I will... to mingle with your own!
Pentaur: He opens the waters before them, and he bars our way with fire! Let us go from this place! Men cannot fight against a God! Rameses: Better to die in battle with a God than live in shame.
Sephora: The queen of Egypt is beautiful, as he told me.
Rameses: Did you lose your head, my sweet? Sethi: I sent you to Goshen to bring me the head of the jackal who would free the slaves. Where is it? Rameses: The slaves do not need a deliver now. They have Moses. Nefretiri: Is that a riddle? Rameses: He gives them the priests' grain and one day in seven to rest. They call it "The Day of Moses." Jannes: This man makes himself a god. Nefretiri: I prefer him as a man. Rameses: You would prefer him as Pharaoh. Nefretiri: Are you afraid of Moses? Rameses: Yes, because now he holds Ethiopia in his left hand, Goshen in right, and you, my Pharaoh, are in-between them. Sethi: Do you imply that he would raise the slaves against me? I've been his father. Jannes: Ambition knows no father. Nefretiri: Moses could no more betray you than I could, Sethi. Sethi: He can tell me that when he arrives. Rameses: He will not be here, my father. Sethi: What? I sent for both of you. Rameses: His word is that he cannot attend you, being pressed by other matters. Sethi: Did you hear that? Other matters? Sethi: My escort. I will ride with you, my son, to see what rears itself in Goshen... a city or treason.
Jethro's daughter: Is it true that Egyptian girls paint their eyes? Moses: Yes, but very few have eyes as beautiful as yours.
Lilia: Water, Noble One? Baka: No, wine... the wine of beauty. Lilia: What beauty can my lord find in these mud pits? Baka: A lotus flower blooms in the Nile's gray mud. Dathan, she will do well as a house slave. Lilia: Do not take me from my people! There would be danger. Baka: Danger from such lovely hands? Lilia: There are other hands strong enough to kill! Baka: Our mud flower has a thorn. Lilia: Oh, please, Lord Baka, I beg you!
Joshua: Let the old woman loose! Egyptian guard: She'll stay where she is, and you'll die in the lion pit! Lilia: Joshua! Yochabel: Run to the prince and beg mercy! Lilia: Mercy from Rameses? Yochabel: No. From Prince Moses, there on the pavilion.
Lilia: You are strange to the pits. Your back is unscarred. Moses: You bring a warm smile with your cool water. Lilia: My smile is for a stonecutter. The water is for you. Moses: I thank you. Lilia: Your voice is not strange. You are... Moses: One of many who thirst. Baka: You there! Come here! Lilia: That is Baka, the master builder. Moses: Does he call me or you? Baka: You, water girl! I'm thirsty. Lilia: He does not thirst for water. Slave: Beauty is but a curse to our women.
Baka: They use the old ones to do the work of greasing the stones, Lord Prince. If they are killed, it is no loss. Moses: Are you a master builder or a master butcher? Baka: If we stop moving stones for every grease woman who falls, the city would never rise. Overseer: If the slaves are not driven, they will not work. Joshua: If their work lags, it is because they are not fed. Moses: You look strong enough. Joshua: I am a stonecutter. The Pharaohs likes their images cut deep.
Moses: Go. Proclaim liberty throughout all the lands, unto all the inhabitants thereof!
Bithiah: They will stop for me! Mered: A charging chariot knows no rank!
Moses: Will you swear in the name of this God that you are not my mother? Yochabel: We do not even know His name. Moses: Then look into my eyes and tell me you are not my mother. Yochabel: Oh, Moses, Moses, I cannot. I cannot.
Bithiah: They're going away, Moses, and the secret's going with them. No one need ever know the shame I brought upon you. Moses: Shame? What change is there in me? Egyptian or Hebrew, I am still Moses. These are the same hands, the same arms, the same face that was mine a moment ago. Yochabel: A moment ago you were her son, the strength of Egypt. Now you are my son, a slave of Egypt. You find no shame in this? Moses: If there is no shame in me, how can I feel shame for the woman who bore me, or the race that bred me?
Sephora: I do not know about such things, but I do know that the mountain rumbles when God is there, and the earth trembles, and the cloud is red with fire. Moses: At such a time, has any man ever gone to see Him, face-to-face? Sephora: No man has ever set foot on the forbidden slopes of Sinai. Why do you want to see Him, Moses? Moses: To know that He is. And if He is, to know why He has not heard the cries of slaves in bondage.
Dathan: Remember, Joshua, of her own free will, she's mine!
Sethi: The man best able to rule Egypt will follow me. I owe that to my fathers, not to my sons.
Moses: The Lord of Hosts will do battle for us. Behold His mighty hand!
Joshua: Let the old woman loose! Taskmaster: She'll stay where she is, and you'll die in the lion pit! Lilia: Joshua! Yochabel: Run to the prince and beg mercy! Lilia: Mercy from Rameses? Yochabel: No. From Prince Moses, there on the pavilion.
Joshua: God of Abraham, four hundred years we have waited. Moses: Pharaoh's soldiers won't wait so long. Joshua: The Almighty has heard our cries from bondage. You are the Chosen One! Moses: I know nothing of your god. Joshua: He knows you, Moses. He has brought you to us. You cannot turn your back upon us. You will deliver us!
