Dathan:
Joshua's strength didn't kill the master builder.
Rameses:
Now speaks the rat that would be my ears.
Dathan:
Too many ears tie a rat's tongue.
Rameses:
[to the Egyptian soldiers]
Go, all of you!
[turns to Dathan]
Rameses:
Well... who killed him?
Dathan:
I am a poor man, Generous One; what I bring is worth much.
Rameses:
I have paid you much, and you have brought me nothing.
Dathan:
Now I bring you the world... true Son of Pharaoh.
Rameses:
You offer me the world when you cannot even bring me the deliverer. Who killed Baka?
Dathan:
The deliverer.
Rameses:
Would you play at words with me?
Dathan:
No, Lord Prince.
Rameses:
And this murderer has now fled to some distant land?
Dathan:
No, Lord Prince.
Rameses:
Name him.
Dathan:
One who made himself a prince and judge over us; and if he knew I were here, he would kill me as he killed the Egyptian.
Rameses:
I will hang you myself if you tire me further.
Dathan:
There are those who would pay much for what my eyes have seen.
Rameses:
Do you haggle with me like a seller of melons in the marketplace?
Dathan:
No, I will not haggle, Great Prince; here's your money. But for ten talents of fine gold, I'll give you the wealth of Egypt. Give me my freedom, and I'll give you the scepter. Give me the water girl Lilia, and I'll give you the princess of your heart's desire. Give me this house of Baka, and I'll give you the throne. Give me all that I ask... or give me leave to go.
Rameses:
I will give you more than leave to go; I will send you where you belong.
Dathan:
I belong in your service, Glorious One.
Rameses:
Very well, I will bargain with you. If what you say pleases me, I will give you your price, all of it; if not, I will give you the point of this blade through your lying throat, agreed?
Dathan:
Agreed; the deliverer... is Moses.
Rameses:
Draw one more breath to tell me why Moses or any other Egyptian would deliver the Hebrews?
Dathan:
Moses is not Egyptian; he's Hebrew, the son of slaves.