High Priest [without feeling] The flies of Egypt are too many and my tongue is too small, for your wish to be realized, Pharaoh.
The Pharaoh. This is the result of my weakness!
High Priest [with flattering unction] The Pharaoh, Son of Ammon-Ra—Lord of the two Egypts—Friend of Ra—
The Pharaoh. Enough! Enough! We are alone. There are none whom your words may deceive. And your mock-reverence fools not me. You would not let me put Satni to death, your subtleties confused my mind, I gave in to you, and now Satni escapes us.
High Priest. You should not let anger master you for that.
The Pharaoh. Satni has foretold to thousands of ears that there will be no miracle.
High Priest. The miracle will be.
The Pharaoh. Who knows that?
High Priest. I.
The Pharaoh. Satni has declared he will enter the temple—