Shiphrah: I’m Shiphrah
Puah: And I’m Puah
Shiphrah: Midwives with attitude.
Puah: Wise women.
Shiphrah: We’ve just got a new directive
from the pharaoh.
Puah: Kill all the Hebrew baby boys as soon
as they are born.
Shiphrah: Who does this man think he is?
Puah: He’s the pharaoh, the ruler of our
land.
Shiphrah: Yes but killing babies? That was
never our job.
Puah: Wasn’t the mighty pharaoh put on
Earth to guide us in the ways of the gods.
Shiphrah: But how can this be God’s work?
Puah: I understand what you’re saying. It
just doesn’t seem right. Does it?
Shiphrah: Agreed then? Business as usual?
Puah: But won’t he be suspicious? We’ll be
in for it when he finds out.
Shiphrah: Look, men, even pharaohs, don’t
really know what goes on. We’ll confuse him with some wise women’s talk.
Puah: Great idea. Look, I read an article in
the Daily Pyramid. It said that the Hebrew’s aren’t like Egyptians. It’s like
they’re a different species. It’s why it’s OK to make them drag those heavy
stones across miles of desert. They don’t feel it like the rest of us.
Shiphrah: How ridiculous. Isn’t it about
time you stopped reading that rag?
Puah: No, you misunderstand me. When
pharaoh asks why we didn’t kill any Hebrew babies, we claim that the Hebrew
women are different.
Shiphrah: Yes, so they don’t feel it like
us and they give birth all by themselves, and don’t need to call for a midwife.
Puah: Right, lets go then, there’s work to
do.
