u'll make him blush!
Do what he should have done! confess your love!
Make him your offer! and if he refuse,
Or e'er forget how infinitely more
You do for him than he has done for you--
For what, in fact, have been his services,
Save soiling his complexion? a mere sport--
Else has he nothing of my Assad in him,
But only wears his mask. Come, lovely maid.

SITTAH.

Go, dearest, go! this step is not enough
For gratitude; it is too little.

NATHAN.

Hold!
Hold, Saladin! hold, Sittah!

SALADIN.

What would you?

NATHAN.

It is the duty of another now
To speak.

SALADIN.

Who questions that? Beyond all doubt
A foster--father has a right to vote
First, if you will. You see I know the whole.

NATHAN.

Not quite. I speak not, Sultan, of myself.
There is another and a different man
Whom I must first confer with, Saladin.

SALADIN.

And who is he?

NATHAN.

Her brother.

SALADIN.

Recha's brother?

NATHAN.

E'en so.

RECHA.

My brother! Have I then a brother?

TEMPLAR (_starting from his silent and sullen inattention_).

Where is this brother? Not yet here! 'Twas here
I was to meet him.

NATHAN.

Patience yet awhile.

TEMPLAR (_bitterly_).

He has imposed a father on the girl;
He'll find a brother for her now!

SALADIN.

Indeed,
That much was wanting. But this mean rebuke,
Christian, had ne'er escaped my Assad's lips.

NATHAN.

Forgive him: I forgive him readily.
Who knows what in his youth and in his place
We might ourselves have thought? (_Approaching him in
a very friendly manner_) Suspicion, knight,
Follows upon reserve. Had you at first
Vouchsafed to me your real name----