The World's Greatest Books — Volume 17 — Poetry and Drama
SCENE I.--_The palace._ SALADIN _and his sister_ SITTAH, _playing
chess._
SITTAH: Check!
SALADIN: And checkmate!
SITTAH: Nay, nay; advance your knight.
SALADIN: The game is yours. Al Hafi pays the stake.
[_Enter_ HAFI, _who examines the board._
HAFI: The game's not over yet; why, Saladin, Your queen can move----
SITTAH: Hush, hush! There, go, Al Hafi! I'll send to fetch my money.
HAFI: She hath never Claimed aught of what you lose; it lies with me. While we wait the treasure out of Egypt, Your sister hath maintained the state alone.
SALADIN: Was there none else could lend me, save my sister?
HAFI: I know none such.
SITTAH: What of thy friend, the Jew? The town is ringing with the news of gems And costly stuffs he hath brought home with him.
HAFI: He would not lend to Saladin. Ah, Prince, He's envious of your generosity. That is the Jew! I'll knock at other doors.
[_Exit._