MADAM POTIPHAR. Now you know what it is to have your slave off attending to some business of his own when you want him.
POTIPHAR. (annoyed) Where can he be?
Enter Joseph.
JOSEPH. (ignoring Madam Potiphar, and making a slight bow to
Potiphar) Here I am, sir.
POTIPHAR. (after a triumphant glance at his wife) Have my chariot made ready for me, will you?
JOSEPH. It will give me great pleasure to do so, sir.
He bows slightly, and goes out.
MADAM POTIPHAR. Did you notice his insolence?
POTIPHAR. There you go again! He said he was glad to do it for me. What more do you want?
MADAM POTIPHAR. You are the stupidest man in Egypt.