Bitiou [coming between them and striking Sokiti] Begone! Begone! He would not hear you! [Sokiti goes out] Listen—listen—you see I made him go. All—all whom you will, I shall beat them for you. Listen—if you could make me tall like you, and steady on my legs—See—here—I have hidden away, safe, three gold rings, that I stole a while since; I will give them you.
Satni. Go, take them to the high priest—
Bitiou [pitiably] I have given four to him already.
Sokiti and Nourm are conferring together. Enter Rheou. They run away, Bitiou follows, falling and picking himself up.
Rheou. What do they want of you?
Satni. They came here, following me. They believe me gifted with supernatural power, and crave miracles of me, as though I were a God, or a juggler. I am neither, and I work no miracles.
Rheou. None the less you have worked two miracles.
Satni. Not one.
Rheou. And you will work yet one more.