But give it, and I'll tell thee if 'tis like:
We women are best judges of such things.
SALADIN (to the doorkeeper who enters).
Who's there? the Templar? Bid him come at once.
SITTAH.
Not to disturb you, or perplex him with
My curious questions, I'll retire awhile. (Throws herself upon the sofa, and lets her veil fall.)
SALADIN.
That's well. (And now his voice--will that be like?
For Assad's voice still slumbers in my soul!)