Rames
(Solemnly.) The choice is made. The future lives will bring again, and yet again (turning to Nefertiti), this same deep opportunity, when you—again—shall lead his soul higher, or (with emphasis) delay and hinder by vain selfish love.
Nefertiti
(Defiant, yet frightened.) He is mine—for ever. No priest or god shall rob me of him. I keep him for myself. (Clutches him.)
Rames
The rising water bears witness to your vow. (With prophetic and intense gravity.) Where the Temple gleams white in the sunlight, and where the palaces run down to the sea, you shall hear the waters in your soul—and—shall—remember.
Nefertiti
(Alarmed.) Listen! He prophesies!
Menophis