[After Rameses and Moses have wrecked the statues]
Why do the gods torment me with such reckless, destructive, blasphemous sons?
Father, hear what I say...
Be still, Pharaoh speaks. I seek to build an empire, and your only goal is to amuse yourselves by tearing it down. Have I taught you nothing?
You mustn't be so hard on yourself, Your Majesty. You're an excellent teacher.
It's not you fault your sons learned nothing.
Well, they learned blasphemy.
True. [They both leave]
Father, the fault was mine: I goaded Rameses on, and so I am responsible.
Responsible. And do you know the meaning of that word, Rameses?
I understand, Father.
And do you understand the task from which your birth has destined you? The ancient traditions: when I pass into the next world, then you will be the morning and the evening star.
One damaged temple does not destroy centuries of tradition.
But one weak link can break the chain of a mighty dynasty!
Father...
[The Queen stops him and he leaves, offended]
Father, you know it was really my fault. Must you be so hard on him?
Moses, you will never have to carry a burden like the crown I will pass to Rameses. He must not allow himself to be lead astray, not even by you, my son.
All he cares about is... is your approval. I know he will lift up to your expectations. He only needs the opportunity.
Maybe, maybe so. Go now, I shall see you both tonight.
