Bithiah: A conquerer, already conquered?
Moses: The first face I look for and the last I find.
[as Moses saw Bithiah, he knelt to her, to honor her]
Moses: Mother!
Bithiah: I was thanking the gods for your safe return. But I find you in grave danger here.
Moses: An intoxicating danger, mother.
Bithiah: Marry her if you can, my son, but never fall in love with her.
Nefretiri: Oh, I'll be less trouble to him than the Hebrew slaves of Goshen.
Bithiah: Goshen?