HAFI.
I went in and found him with his sister,
Engaged, or rather rising up from chess.
Sittah plays—not amiss. Upon the board
The game, that Saladin supposed was lost
And had given up, yet stood. When I drew nigh,
And had examined it, I soon discovered
It was not gone by any means.
NATHAN.
For you
A blest discovery, a treasure-trove.
HAFI.
He only needed to remove his king
Behind the tower t’ have got him out of check.
Could I but make you sensible—
NATHAN.
I’ll trust thee.
HAFI.
Then with the knight still left.—I would have shown him
And called him to the board.—He must have won;
But what d’ye think he did?