Scene II.—A Pavilion in the Camp of Melech.
Melech, Sadi.
Mel. It must be that these sounds and sights of war
Shake her too gentle nature. Yes, her cheek
Fades hourly in my sight! What other cause—
None, none! She must go hence! Choose from thy band
The bravest, Sadi! and the longest tried,
And I will send my child——
Voice without. Where is your chief?
De Chatillon enters, guarded by Arab and Turkish soldiers.