Abinoah

Osiris! Burning Osiris! Of thee desirable, for thee, her hair....

[He looks inanely at MOSES, saying to himself.]

Prince Imra vowed his honey-hives and vineyards: Isis, to let a Jew have her for nothing!

[He sings under his breath.]

Night by night in a little house A man and woman meet; They look like each other, They are sister and brother; And night by night at that same hour A king calls for his son in vain.