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In good health?
TEMPLAR.
Yes.
DAJA.
We have all been grieved Lest something should have ailed you. Have you been Upon a journey?
TEMPLAR.
Fairly guessed.
DAJA.
Since when Have you returned to us?
TEMPLAR.
Since yesterday.
DAJA.
Our Recha's father, too, is just returned, And now may Recha hope at last.
TEMPLAR.
For what?
DAJA.
For what she has so often asked in vain.
Her father pressingly invites you too.
He lately has arrived from Babylon With twenty camels, bearing precious stones, And stuffs and fragrant spices, which he sought In India, Persia, Syria, and China.
TEMPLAR.
I am no merchant.
DAJA.
He is much esteemed By all his nation--honoured as a prince-- And yet to hear how he is named by all Nathan _the Wise_, and not _the Rich_, seems strange.
It often makes me wonder.
TEMPLAR.
But to them It may be, _wise_ and rich--both mean the same.
DAJA.
It seems to me he should be called _the Good_, So rich a store of goodness dwells in him.
Since he has learned the weighty debt he owes For service done to Recha there is nought He would withhold from you.
TEMPLAR.
Well?
DAJA.
Try him, sir!
TEMPLAR.
What then? A moment pa.s.ses soon away.
DAJA.
I had not dwelt with him so many years Were he less kind. I know a Christian's worth, And it was never o'er my cradle sung That I to Palestine should wend my way, Following a husband's steps, to educate A Jewish maid. My husband was a page, A n.o.ble page, in Emperor Frederick's court----
TEMPLAR.
By birth a Swiss, who earned the sorry fame Of drowning in one river with his lord.
Woman! how often have you told this tale?
When will you cease to persecute me thus?
DAJA.
To persecute you!
TEMPLAR.
Ay, to persecute!
Now mark me. I will never see you more, Hear you, nor be reminded of a deed Performed at random. When I think of it, I wonder somewhat, though I ne'er repent.
But hear me still. Should such a fatal chance Again occur, you have yourself to blame If I proceed more calmly, question first.
And let what's burning, burn.
DAJA.
Great G.o.d forbid!
TEMPLAR.
And now I have a favour to implore.
Know me henceforth no more. Grant me this grace, And save me from her father; for with me A Jew's a Jew; a Swabian blunt am I.
The image of the maid is now erased Out of my soul--if it was ever there.
DAJA.
