Look, this was our first-born son, and the plague has also stricken two of the temple-servants.

One already lies dead in our room, and there lies Kamus, grandson of the astrologer Rameri.

We heard the old man call, and saw what was happening; but who can prop another's house when his own is falling?
Take heed while there is time; for the gods have opened their own sanctuaries to the horror.
If the whole world crumbles into ruin, I shall neither marvel nor grieve.

My lord priests, I am only a poor lowly woman, but am I not right when I ask: Do our gods sleep, or has some one paralyzed them, or what are they doing that they leave us and our children in the power of the base Hebrew brood ?" "Overthrow them! Down with the foreigners! Death to the sorcerer Mesu,--[Mesu is the Egyptian name of Moses]--hurl him into the sea." Such were the imprecations that followed the woman's curse, as an echo follows a shout, and the aged astrologer's brother-in-law Hornecht, captain of the archers, whose hot blood seethed in his veins at the sight of the dying form of his beloved nephew, waved his short sword, crying frantically: "Let all men who have hearts follow me.

Upon them! A life for a life! Ten Hebrews for each Egyptian whom the sorcerer has slain!" As a flock rushes into a fire when the ram leads the way, the warrior's summons fired the throng.