POTIPHAR. Joseph—women are the very devil, aren't they?
JOSEPH. They are a great trial, sir. One must learn the secret of dealing with them.
POTIPHAR. Do you know that secret?
JOSEPH. I do, sir.
POTIPHAR. I am inclined to believe that you really do. You are a remarkable man. But then, you have a naturally cold disposition. It must come easy to you.
JOSEPH. Not so easy as you may think, sir. Temperamentally, I am very susceptible to the charms of women.
POTIPHAR. Then you are more remarkable even than I thought. Come, what is your secret?
JOSEPH. It is not the sort of secret that one gives away for nothing, sir.
POTIPHAR. I am sorry to see you display such a mercenary disposition, Joseph. But I see that I must come to terms with you. How much will you take to teach me your secret?
JOSEPH. This time, sir, I will not be mercenary. I will make you a sporting proposition.