How many more days and nights will you pray? Does he hear you? Dread Lord of Darkness, I...

Nefretiri: [approaches Rameses as he is praying to an idol, over their dead son] How many more days and nights will you pray? Does he hear you? Rameses: [praying] Dread Lord of Darkness, I have raised my voice to you, yet life has not come to the body of my son. Hear me! Nefretiri: He cannot hear you. He's nothing but a piece of stone with the head of a bird. Rameses: He will hear me. For I am Egypt. Nefretiri: Egypt? You are nothing. You let Moses kill my son. No god can bring him back. What have you done to Moses? How did he die? Did he cry for mercy when you tortured him? Bring me to his body! I want to see it, Rameses! I want to see it! Rameses: This is my son. He would have been Pharaoh. He would have ruled the world. Who mourns him now? Not even you. All you can think of is Moses. You will not see his body. I drove him out of Egypt. I cannot fight the power of his God. Nefretiri: His God? The priests say that Pharaoh is a god, but you are not a god. You are even less than a man. Listen to me, Rameses. You thought I was evil when I went to Moses, and you were right. Shall I tell you what happened, Rameses? He spurned me like a strumpet in the street. I, Nefretiri, Queen of Egypt. All that you wanted from me he would not even take. Do you hear laughter, Pharaoh? Not the laughter of kings, but the laughter of slaves on the desert! Rameses: [after hearing the word "laughter," he immediately became irate] Laughter? Laughter? My son I shall build your tomb upon their crushed bodies. If any escape me, their seed shall be scattered and accursed forever. My armor! The war crown! Laughter? I will turn the laughter of these slaves into wails of torment! They shall remember the name of Moses, only that he died under my chariot wheels! Nefretiri: [Rameses then threw Nefretiri down and clanged the gong, Nefreteri still lying on ground] Kill him with your own hands.