(The Sister looks up, startled, then flees behind the reeds as the Daughter of Pharaoh approaches, followed by Slaves bearing fans.)
Daughter of Pharaoh: Come, maidens, we will rest by the river's brink, where the flag flowers grow. (She approaches nearer.) But what is that, floating upon the water?
Egyptian Slave: Lady, it is a babe.
Daughter of Pharaoh: Go fetch it, girl. No doubt it is one of the Hebrew children.
Egyptian Slave: A Hebrew brat? I will not touch it, I!
(The Daughter of Pharaoh raises her hand and strikes the saucy maid, as the other slave, the Maid of Israel, brings the babe.) (Or kneels beside it.)
Slave of Israel: O lady, see how beautiful!