Bithiah: Moses, do not enter! There is only sorrow here.
Moses: Are you comforting it, my mother? I followed you here to find this woman Yochabe...
[to Yochabel]
Moses: You were the woman who was caught between the stones.
Yochabel: Until you came.
Bithiah: My son, if you love me, you will...
Moses: I love you, my mother, but am I your son...
[to Yochabel]
Moses: or yours?
Yochabel: No, you are not my son. If you believe that men and women are cattle to be driven under the lash, if you can bow before idols of stone and golden images of beasts, you are not my son.