Scene.—A Room in the Palace; the Purses still in a pile.
Saladin, and, soon after, several Mamalukes.
Saladin (as he comes in).
Here lies the money still, and no one finds
The dervis yet—he’s probably got somewhere
Over a chess-board. Play would often make
The man forget himself, and why not, me.
Patience—Ha! what’s the matter.
Saladin and Ibrahim.
IBRAHIM.
Happy news—
Joy, sultan, joy, the caravan from Cairo
Is safe arrived and brings the seven years’ tribute
Of the rich Nile.
SALADIN.
Bravo, my Ibrahim,
Thou always wast a welcome messenger,
And now at length—at length—accept my thanks
For the good tidings.
IBRAHIM (waiting).