My escort. I will ride with you, my son, to see what rears itself in Goshen... a city or...

Rameses:

[to Nefretiri]
Did you lose your head, my sweet? Sethi:
[to Rameses]
I sent you to Goshen to bring me the head of the jackal who would free The slaves. Where is it? Rameses:
The slaves do not need a deliver now. They have Moses. Nefretiri:
Is that a riddle? Rameses:
[to Sethi]
He gives them the priests' grain and one day in seven to rest. They call it "The Day of Moses." [as if it is a holiday] Jannes:
This man makes himself a god. Nefretiri:
I prefer him as a man. Rameses:
You would prefer him as Pharaoh. Nefretiri:
Are you afraid of Moses? Rameses:
Yes, because now he holds Ethiopia in his left hand, Goshen in right, and you, my Pharaoh, are in-between them. Sethi:
Do you imply that he would raise The slaves against me? I've been his father. Jannes:
Ambition knows no father. Nefretiri:
Moses could no more betray you than I could, Sethi. Sethi:
He can tell me that when he arrives. Rameses:
He will not be here, my father. Sethi:
What? I sent for both of you. Rameses:
His word is that he cannot attend you, being pressed by other matters. Sethi:
[to Nefretiri]
Did you hear that? Other matters? [Sethi spoke as in an a shout of anger, or shock] Sethi:
[Sethi then gets up and clangs a gong, for an Egyptian servant, immediately a servent appears]
My escort. I will ride with you, my son, to see what rears itself in Goshen... a city or treason