- [first lines]
- Orson Welles - Host: Speak his name softly - Tutankhamun - treasured antiquity sealed in a tomb. Weave us a tapestry, silver and gold. Sing us a song of him centuries old.
- Orson Welles - Host: The Twentieth Century looks back in wonder. We may be, for all our posturing, but a passing footnote in the documents of civilization.
- [last lines]
- Orson Welles - Host: A final moment of contemplation, an early Egyptian grace note in the distant music of the Nile: God be between you and harm in all the empty places you must walk. Good night.