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“The Chaste Adventures of Joseph” was first produced
at the Liberal Club, New York City, in 1914, with
the following cast:

Madam Potiphar ……. Louise Murphy
Asenath ………….. Marjorie Jones
Potiphar …………. Berkeley Tobey
Joseph …………… Floyd Dell
Slave ……………. Maurice Becker

A room in Potiphar’s house. It is sparingly furnished with a table, two stools, and a couch, all in the simpler style of the early dynasties…. The table, which is set at an angle, is piled with papyri, and one papyrus is half-unrolled and held open by paper-weights where somebody has been reading it…. There is a small window in one wall, opening on the pomegranate garden. At the back, between two heavy pillars, is a doorway…. Two women are heard to pass, laughing and talking, through the corridor outside, and pause at the doorway. One of them looks in curiously.

THE LADY.
Such a lovely house, Madam Potiphar!
–But what is this quiet room? Your husband’s study?

MADAM POTIPHAR.
( coming in )

Oh, this is nothing–merely the room of one of the slaves.
Come, dear Cousin Asenath, and I will show you the garden.
The pomegranates are just beginning to blossom.

ASENATH.
The room of a slave? Indeed! He seems to be an educated person!

MADAM POTIPHAR.
Educated? Oh, yes–he is a sort of book-keeper for Potiphar. At least, that is what he is supposed to be. But he is never on hand when he is wanted. If he were here, we might get him to show us through the vineyard.

ASENATH.
Why not send for him? I would love to see the vineyard before your husband takes me out in the chariot.

MADAM POTIPHAR.
( ironically )

Send for Joseph? It would be useless. Joseph has affairs of his own on hand, always.

ASENATH.
( startled )

Joseph! Is that his name?

MADAM POTIPHAR.
Yes–“Joseph.” An ugly, foreign-sounding name, don’t you think?

ASENATH.
It is rather an odd name–but I’ve heard it before.
It was the name of a youth who used to be one of my father’s slaves in Heliopolis.

MADAM POTIPHAR.
Heliopolis? I wonder–what was he like?

ASENATH.
Oh, he was a pretty boy, with nice manners.

MADAM POTIPHAR.
I thought for a moment it might be the same one.
But this Joseph is an ill-favoured creature
–and insolent. . . . What colour was his hair?

ASENATH.
I really don’t remember.
It’s been a year since he was there….
You have a lovely house, my dear.
I’m so glad I came to see you!

MADAM POTIPHAR.
( also willing to change the subject )

It’s nice to see you again, dear Asenath. We haven’t seen each other since we were little girls. Do you remember how we played together in the date-orchard? And the long, long talks we had?

ASENATH.
Don’t let’s be sentimental about our childhood!

MADAM POTIPHAR.
Do you remember how we talked about being married?

( Asenath goes to the little window.)

We hated all men, as I remember.

ASENATH.
I was eight years old then. . . . Who is that handsome young man I see out there?

MADAM POTIPHAR.
In the garden?

ASENATH.
Yes.