A Woman. Kill him! Kill him! He says we must put our children to death!
Satni. All are glorious who preach new efforts—
People. Death! Death to the traitor!
Satni. All are infamous who preach resignation—
People. Enough! Kill him! Death!
Satni. It is in this world that the wretched must find their paradise, it is here that every one's good must be sought with a zeal that knows no limit, save respect for the good of others.
A burst of laughter.
People. He is mad! He knows not what he says! He is mad!
Yaouma is borne on right on a litter carried by young girls. She is decked out like an idol; she stands erect, half in ecstasy.
People. Yaouma! The chosen of Ammon-Ra! Glory to her who goes to save Egypt!