SITTAH.
Well, well! I find that I to-day
Shall earn a thousand dinars to an asper.
SALADIN.
How so, my sister?
SITTAH.
Play the ignorant—
As if it were not purposely thou losest.
I find not my account in ’t; for, besides
That such a game yields very little pastime,
When have I not, by losing, won with thee?
When hast thou not, by way of comfort to me
For my lost game, presented twice the stake?
SALADIN.
So that it may have been on purpose, sister,
That thou hast lost at times.
SITTAH.
At least, my brother’s
Great liberality may be one cause
Why I improve no faster.