SITTAH (to Saladin, making a sign meanwhile to Al-Hafi).
You know him well.
He likes entreaties--loves to be implored.
Who knows if he be not a little jealous?
SALADIN.
Well, not of thee--not of my sister, surely.
What do I hear? Al-Hafi, are you jealous?
AL-HAFI.
Perhaps I am. I wish I had her head,
Or that I were as good as she.