Part 112 (2/2)

And doth the Templar love? A Christian loves A Jewish maiden! Well, and what of that?

This is the holy land; holy to me, And dear, because I have of late renounced Full many a prejudice. What says my vow?

In the same hour that made me prisoner To Saladin. The head he gave me back, Was it the old one? No. I'm newly framed, I know no fragment of the ancient forms That bound me once. My brain is clearer now, More fit for my paternal home above.

Now I can think as once my father thought, If tales of him are not untruly told-- Tales that were ne'er so credible as now, When I am stumbling where my father fell.

Fell! yet 'twere better far to fall with men Than stand with boys. His conduct guarantees His approbation. And what need I more Than Nathan's approbation? Of his praise I cannot doubt. Oh, what a Jew is he!

And yet he would appear the simple Jew.

But, see, he comes--he comes in haste--delight Beams from his eye. But who leaves Saladin With other looks? Ho! Nathan!

Scene IX.

Nathan, _the_ Templar.

NATHAN.

Are you there?

TEMPLAR.

Your visit to the Sultan has been long.

NATHAN.

Not over long. My audience was delayed.

But, Conrad, this man well supports his fame-- His fame is but his shadow. But I must Without delay inform you that he would----

TEMPLAR.

Say on.

NATHAN.

Would speak with you. So, come with me at once.

I have some brief commands to give at home, Then to the Sultan.

TEMPLAR.

Nathan, I will ne'er Enter your door again----

NATHAN.

Then you've been there Already--spoken with her. Tell me all.

How do you like my Recha?

TEMPLAR.

Words would fail To tell how much. I dare not trust myself Alone with her again, unless you say That I may gaze upon her form for ever.

NATHAN.

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