Joseph and his brethren; a pageant play . theback] A plague on the marplot! Yet it were well ifthou— ZuLEiKA. Oh, let me bide; I, too, would hear thenews. PoTiPHAR. Tis nought. [Anxiously] The godsgrant it be nought. [Meanwhile the hall has filled with Potiphahshousehold. A trumpet sounds. Enter soldiers asguard of honour. Joseph appears at the door] Joseph. The Lord Imhotep, Lord Chief Butler ofPharaoh, the King of Kings! [Enter Imhotep : a magnificent apparition. Behindhim follow several richly clad Nobles and Offi-cers. All present how their heads and raisetheir arms in obeisance. Potiphar
Joseph and his brethren; a pageant play . theback] A plague on the marplot! Yet it were well ifthou— ZuLEiKA. Oh, let me bide; I, too, would hear thenews. PoTiPHAR. Tis nought. [Anxiously] The godsgrant it be nought. [Meanwhile the hall has filled with Potiphahshousehold. A trumpet sounds. Enter soldiers asguard of honour. Joseph appears at the door] Joseph. The Lord Imhotep, Lord Chief Butler ofPharaoh, the King of Kings! [Enter Imhotep : a magnificent apparition. Behindhim follow several richly clad Nobles and Offi-cers. All present how their heads and raisetheir arms in obeisance. Potiphar advances inthe same attitude] Potiphar. The presence of my lord sheddeth radi-ance through my halls. Imhotep. Friend, I come not of mine own will—Potiphar. Let thy servant hear— [Imhotep unwinds a piece of rich silk he is carry-ing, and out of it produces an earthenware casecontaining an inscribed clay tablet] Imhotep [With great solemnity] This from User-tesen, the Pharaoh, the King of the North and theSouth, the King of Kings. 56. ZULEIKA From a Drawing by Dorothy Parker JOSEPH AND HIS BEETHREN [All present salute the letter tvith great receives it on his knees, in both hands,and devoutly kisses it. Imhotep. Read it. PoTiPHAH. I am a soldier and no scholar. LetJoseph read. [He hands the case to Joseph, who receives itwith an obeisance. Joseph takes the tablet outof the case, and, holding it flat on the palms ofboth hands, reads: Joseph. To my trusted servant, the captain of myhosts, Potiphar, my majesty sendeth greeting. Certainrebellious tribes have arisen in the south, doing griev-ous hurt to the children of the sun. My majesty hathbeen very patient, but thereby the rebels have waxedproud, deeming us afraid. Now they are within twodays march. Wherefore my majesty biddeth thee takemen and horses to-night and fall upon them swiftlyand wipe them utterly from the face of the earth. [Zuleikas face expresses delight. Commotionamong the bystanders^ PoTiPHA
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