Part 137 (1/2)

SALADIN.

You young dissembler, you will else grow pale!

But as thou wilt and canst. (_A female slave enters, and approaches_ Sittah.) What, here so soon?

SITTAH.

Well, let them enter. Brother, here they are!

Scene VIII.

Nathan, _the_ Templar, _and the others_.

SALADIN.

Welcome, my dear good friends! Nathan, to you I must first mention, you may send and fetch Your moneys when you will.

NATHAN.

Sultan----

SALADIN.

And now I'm at your service.

NATHAN.

Sultan----

SALADIN.

For my gold Is now arrived; the caravan is safe: These many years I have not been so rich.

Now, tell me what you wish for, to achieve Some splendid speculation? You in trade, Like us, have never too much ready cash.

NATHAN.

Why speak about this trifle first? I see An eye in tears (_going towards_ Recha). My Recha, you have wept.

What have you lost? Are you not still my child?

RECHA.

My father!

NATHAN.

That's enough! We're understood By one another! But look up--be calm, Be cheerful! If your heart is still your own, And if no threatened loss disturb your breast, Your father is not lost to you!

RECHA.

None, none!