ENENKHET: Now, that's talking! Why cannot ye be content as he is?
[SERSERU and IMHOTEP have sought remote parts of the yard and are sitting gloomily buried in thought.]
JOSEPH: I thank thee, good Captain, for thy merciful dealing.
ENENKHET: Heh! I have a tender heart.
JOSEPH: [To IMHOTEP.] Friend, look how the cliff is transfigured in the sunset!
IMHOTEP: Let me be.
JOSEPH: How is it with thee, Lord Serseru?
SERSERU: Curse thee for asking.
JOSEPH: [To ENENKHET.] What aileth them?
ENENKHET: Nothing. Bad dreams at the most.
JOSEPH: [To IMHOTEP, very gently.] Wherefore look ye so sadly to-day?
IMHOTEP: I have dreamed a dream, and there is no interpreter of it.
JOSEPH: Do not the interpretations belong to God? Tell me thy dream, I pray thee.
IMHOTEP: In my dream, behold, a vine was before me; and in the vine were the three branches: and it was as though it budded, and her blossoms shot forth; and the clusters thereof brought forth the ripe grapes: and the Pharaoh's cup was in my hand; and I took the grapes, and pressed them into the Pharaoh's cup, and I gave the cup into the Pharaoh's hand.
ENENKHET: [To JOSEPH.] Make what thou can'st of that!
[JOSEPH stands a moment in the attitude of prayer. Then a shudder seems to shake him, and he speaks as one in a trance.]
