Egyptian Slave (exultingly): Here come the guard of Pharaoh; they will see the babe and slay it. (She points to distance. All look.)
Daughter of Pharaoh: What to do? Think, girl, use thy wits. (To Slave of Israel.)
(The little Sister rushes from reeds and kneels.)
Sister: O lady, lady, shall I go and call a nurse of the Hebrew women, that she may nurse the child for thee?
Daughter of Pharaoh: Go—go quickly. (She looks apprehensively about.)
Egyptian Slave: The soldiers cross the river.
(The little Sister returns, followed by the Mother.)
Sister (panting): Lady, I have brought a nurse.
Daughter of Pharaoh: Woman, take thou this child and nurse it for me, and I will give thee wages. (Gives a piece of gold.)
Mother (taking child): Daughter of Pharaoh, may the God of Israel bless thee.