Rheou. How long—I wonder!
Mieris. I hear them coming for the prayer.
Rheou. Yes. Let us pray—that they may have nothing to reproach me with before I choose my hour.
Mieris. What hour?
Rheou. Could I but realize the work my father dreamed of—and at the same stroke be avenged—avenged for all the humiliations—
Mieris. Be silent—I hear—
The singers and the dancers and all the women and servants come on gradually.
Rheou [going to the terrace] The sun is not yet down upon the hill. But look—upon the Nile—see, Yaouma! 'tis the galley that bears your betrothed.
Yaouma. 'Tis there! 'Tis there!—See—it has stopped—they take the mallet, and drive in the stake. The boat's prow is aground. Now they have prayed—they disembark. Look, there is the strange scribe!