Menophis
(With enthusiasm.) Our Deity—the sun!
[Turns and gazes at the great Temple of Aton whose white columns still gleam in the golden after-glow some distance across the desert.
Rames
(Moving closer, with hand on his shoulder.) Egypt, our great land, now witnesses the climax of her splendour. A change, which is divine, steals over her. It is no longer the mere disc of the sun we worship; it is the power behind.
Menophis
(Reverently.) The heat and glory that are in Aton, eternal and all-loving Deity.
Rames
(Smiling.) Who calls you for the offering of—yourself. (Pauses.) The Temples of our regenerated Egypt demand the best.