Part 126 (2/2)

FRIAR.

On that point, Nathan, I'm but ill informed, I have already told you that I spent Only some moments with him.

NATHAN.

Can you tell The mother's name, at least? She was, I think, A Stauffen?

FRIAR.

Possibly; nay, more--you're right.

NATHAN.

Conrad of Stauffen was her brother's name.

He was a Templar.

FRIAR.

Yes, I think he was: But hold, I have a book that was my lord's.

I drew it from his bosom when he lay Dead, and we buried him at Askalon.

NATHAN.

Well!

FRIAR.

There are prayers in it; 'tis what we call A breviary. This, thought I, yet may serve Some Christian man--not me, forsooth--for I Can't read a word.

NATHAN.

No matter--to the point.

FRIAR.

The pages of this book are written all In his own hand, and, as I'm told, contain All that's important touching him and her.

NATHAN.

Go, run and fetch the book: 'tis fortunate!

I'll pay you for it with its weight in gold.

And with a thousand thanks besides. Go! run!

FRIAR.

I go--but what he wrote is Arabic. (_Exit_)

NATHAN.

<script>