- Heneth: Flowers, jewels... Must it always be presents?
- Potiphar: The wife of Potiphar has only to name her wish. What is it, my love?
- Heneth: I need to be loved.
- Potiphar: But I do love you. I love you with all my heart.
- Heneth: Yes, Potiphar. I believe that you love me... with all your heart. But look at me. What am I?
- Potiphar: The loveliest woman in all Egypt.
- Heneth: The unhappiest. Another decoration in your palace. Another trophy to your title. Just one of the chattels which makes you great, Potiphar. But it's not enough.
- Potiphar: Heneth, two men were due to be hanged today and one was saved. The cupbearer and I owe our lives to the same man - your friend, Joseph. I saw him today.
- Heneth: Then, is he still in prison?
- Potiphar: Yes
- Heneth: Well, he deserves to suffer.
- Potiphar: Does every man who loves you deserve to suffer?
- Heneth: Joseph never loved me.
- Potiphar: So that's why you lied to me? Because of you I sentenced Joseph to a living death.
- Heneth: And now what has happened to him?
- Potiphar: His God has given him strength to wait and, perhaps, to plan for his revenge.
- Heneth: Revenge? On whom?
- Potiphar: On you, my pet.
- Heneth: But I love Joseph! I always have loved him and I always will. Joseph is a man, and you... you're ridiculous!
- Potiphar: Yes, maybe in matters of love, but I'm honest. You're dishonest. You've always been dishonest. Dishonest with me, dishonest with yourself.
- Potiphar's Physician: The herbs, my lord!
- Potiphar: I haven't the faintest interest in herbs. Pearls are teardrops from the night sky. Herbs make me vomit!
- Potiphar's Physician: But the herbs are very good for you. They keep you in good health, my lord.
- Potiphar: My health is not improved by your vile brew. Wine is the blood of life. Rich red wine. Merchant, tell this fool physician that I'm right!
- Merchant: Only wine, my lord.
- Potiphar: Exactly. You're a sensible fellow. I'll take the pearls.
- Potiphar: But now that you're back I'm going to give a great party in your honor. The Pharaoh himself will sit at your right hand and all our friends will...
- Heneth: Will notice my sadness.
- Potiphar: Must you always torment me with your discontent? I can't give you anything more.
- Heneth: I know. That's why I'm so sad.