JOSEPH. I, madam, am no longer a slave.
He holds up his hand, and looks at the ring.
MADAM POTIPHAR. (incredulous) How did this happen? Did you buy your freedom, perchance?
JOSEPH. No. Your husband gave it to me a moment ago.
MADAM POTIPHAR. Gave it to you? You mean that you swindled him out of it in some way!
JOSEPH. As you please, madam.
MADAM POTIPHAR. Well, it is his own affair if he wishes to give away such valuable property. Only—it is difficult to adjust oneself to a change like that.
JOSEPH. Do not, I pray, let the change disturb you.
MADAM POTIPHAR. No, I insist. It is both a duty and a pleasure. Since you are now a free man, Joseph, I propose that we treat each other as equals and friends.
JOSEPH. That will be very considerate of us both.