Yaouma. The God Ammon knows not me.
Mieris. Did he choose you, he must know you.
Yaouma. Me! Me! A poor handmaiden—Is it then possible—truly?
Mieris. Truly—Yaouma, go.
Yaouma [to herself as she goes] The God Ammon—the God of Gods—
Mieris. Rheou, what ails you?
Rheou [angered] It was a fresh insult that awaited me—
Mieris. Insult?
Rheou. When I came into the audience chamber I prostrated myself before the Pharaoh. "What would you?" he cried in that hard voice of his. You know 'tis the custom to make no reply, that one may seem half dead with fear before his majesty—
Mieris. Did you not so?