JOSEPH:



Stop! You robbers -- your little number's up!

One of you has stolen my precious golden cup!



NARRATOR:



Joseph started searching through his brothers' sacks

Everyone was nervous, no-one could relax

Who's the thief? Who's the thief?

Is it Reuben? No!

Is it Simeon? No!

Is it Napthali? No!

Is it Dan? No!

Is it Asher? No!

Is it Isaachar? No!

Is it Levi? No!

Who's the man?

Is it Zebulun? No!

Is it Gad? No!

Is it Judah? No!

Is it him? Could it be, could it be, could it possibly be -- Benjamin?

Yes! Yes! Yes!



JOSEPH:



Benjamin, you nasty youth, your crime has shocked me to the core

Never in my whole career have I encountered this before

Guards, seize him! Lock him in a cell!

Throw the key into the Nile as well!



HANDMAIDENS:



Each of the brothers fell to his knees



BROTHERS:



Show him some mercy oh mighty one please

He would not do this, he must have been framed

Jail us and beat us, we should be blamed