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The World's Greatest Books — Volume 01 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 02 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 03 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 04 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 05 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 06 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 07 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 08 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 09 — Lives and Letters от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 10 — Lives and Letters от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 11 — Ancient and Mediæval History от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 12 — Modern History от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 13 — Religion and Philosophy от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 14 — Philosophy and Economics от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 15 — Science от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 17 — Poetry and Drama от Неизвестный
The world's greatest books от Mee, Arthur, 1875-1943, joint editor & Hammerton, John Alexander, Sir, 1871-1949, joint editor & McClure, S. S. (Samuel Sidney), 1857-1949, joint editor
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 19 — Travel and Adventure от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 20 — Miscellaneous Literature and Index от Неизвестный
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Recha: Alas, my father!

Nathan:              What if he, unfriended,

Lies ill and unrelieved; the hapless prey

Of agony and death; consoled alone

In death by the remembrance of this deed.

Daya: You kill her!

Nathan:          You kill him.

Recha:               Not dead, not dead!

Nathan: Dead, surely not, for God rewards the good

E'en here below. But ah, remember well

That rapt devotion is an easier thing

Than one good action. Ha! What Mussulman

Numbers my camels yonder? Why, for sure,

It's my old chess companion, my old Dervish,

Al Hafi!

Daya:      Treasurer now to Saladin.

[Enter Hafi.

Ay, lift thine eyes and wonder!

Nathan:                  Is it you?

A Dervish so magnificent?

Hafi:                Why not?

Is Dervish, then, so hopeless? Rather ask

What had been made of me. I'm treasurer

To Saladin, whose coffers ever ebb

Ere sunset; such his bounty to the poor!

It brings me little, truly; but to thee

'Twas great advantage, for when money's low

Thou couldst unlock thy sluices; ay, and charge

Interest o'er interest!

Nathan:        Till my capital

Becomes all interest?

Hafi:          Nay, but that's unworthy,

My friend; write finis to our book of friendship

If that's thy view. I count on thee for aid

To quit me of my office worthily.

Grant me but open chest with thee. What, no?

Nathan: To Hafi, yes; but to the treasurer

Of Saladin, Al Hafi, nay!

Hafi:              These twain

Shall soon be parted: by the Ganges strand

I'll with my Dervish teachers wander barefoot,

Or play at chess with them once more!

Nathan:                 Al Hafi,

Go to your desert quickly. Among men

I fear you'll soon unlearn to be a man.      [Goes out.

What? Gone? I could have wished to question him

About our Templar. Doubtless he will know him.

Daya (bursting in): Nathan, the Templar's yonder, 'neath the palms.

Recha hath spied him, and she conjures you

To follow him most punctually. Haste!

Nathan: Take him my invitation.

Daya:                  All in vain.

He will not visit Jews.

Nathan:          Then hold him there

Till I rejoin you. I shall not be long.

Scene II.—A place of palms. Enter the Templar, followed by a Friar.

Templar: This fellow does not follow me for pastime.

Friar: I'm from the Patriarch: he is fain to learn

Why you alone were spared by Saladin.

Templar: My neck was ready for the blow, when he

Had me unbound. How all this hangs together

Thy Patriarch may unravel.

Friar:              He concludes

That you are spared to do some mighty deed.

Templar: To save a Jewish maid?

Friar:                  A weightier office!

He'd have you learn the strengths and weaknesses

Of Saladin's new bulwark!

Templar:            Play the spy!

Not for me, brother!

Friar:          Nay, but there is more.

It were not hard to seize the Sultan's person,

And make an end of all!

Templar:            And make of me

A graceless scoundrel! Brother, go away;

Stir not my anger!

Friar:          I obey, and go.

[Exit. Enter Daya.

Daya: Nathan the Wise would see you; he is fain

To load you with rewards. Do see him—try him!

Templar: Good woman, you torment me. From this day

Pray know me not; and do not send the father!

A Jew's a Jew, and I am rude and bearish.

I have forgot the maiden; do not make

These palm-trees odious where I love to walk!

Daya: Then farewell, bear. But I must track the savage.

[Exeunt. Act II

Scene I.—The palace. Saladin and his sister Sittah, playing chess.

Sittah: Check!

Saladin: And checkmate!

Sittah: Nay, nay; advance your knight.

Saladin: The game is yours. Al Hafi pays the stake.

[Enter Hafi, who examines the board.

Hafi: The game's not over yet; why, Saladin,

Your queen can move——

Sittah: Hush, hush! There, go, Al Hafi!

I'll send to fetch my money.

Hafi:              She hath never

Claimed aught of what you lose; it lies with me.

While we wait the treasure out of Egypt,

Your sister hath maintained the state alone.

Saladin: Was there none else could lend me, save my sister?

Hafi: I know none such.

Sittah:            What of thy friend, the Jew?

The town is ringing with the news of gems

And costly stuffs he hath brought home with him.

Hafi: He would not lend to Saladin. Ah, Prince,

He's envious of your generosity.

That is the Jew! I'll knock at other doors.

[Exit.

Scene II.—The place of palms. Daya and Recha with Nathan.

Daya: He's still beneath the palms.

Recha:                Just one peep more.

Nathan: Don't let him see you with me. Best go in.

[Exeunt Daya and Recha. Enter the Templar.

Forgive me, noble Frank.

Templar:            Well, Jew; your will?

Nathan: I'm Nathan, father to the maid you saved.

In what can I be useful? I am rich. Command me.

Templar: Nay, your wealth is naught to me.

Yet, this, a coin or cloth for a new mantle,

When this is done. Don't quake; it's strong and good

To last awhile; but here it's singed with flame.

Nathan: This brand. Oh, I could kiss it! Would you send

This mantle to my daughter that her lips

May cling to this dear speck?

Templar:              Remember, Jew,

My vows, my Order, and my Christian faith!

Nathan: All lands produce good men. Are we our nation's?

Were Jews and Christians such ere they were men?

And I have found in thee one more who stands

A man confest.

Templar:       Nathan, thy hand; I blush

To have mistaken thee. We will be friends.

Hark you, the maid, your daughter, whom I saved,

Makes me forget that I am partly monk.

How say you; may I hope?

Nathan:            Your suit, young man,

Must be considered calmly. Give me time

To know your lineage and your character.

A parent must be careful of his child.

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