SALADIN.
In troth this has no end. And is there much
Of this same thing behind?
SLAVE.
About one half.
SALADIN.
Then take the rest to Sittah. Where’s Al-Hafi?
What’s here Al-Hafi shall take charge of straight.
Or shan’t I rather send it to my father;
Here it slips through one’s fingers. Sure in time
One may grow callous; it shall now cost labour
To come at much from me—at least until
The treasures come from Ægypt, poverty
Must shift as ’t can—yet at the sepulchre
The charges must go on—the Christian pilgrims
Shall not go back without an alms.
Saladin and Sittah.
SITTAH (entering).
Why this?
Wherefore the gold to me?
SALADIN.