ACT IV.SceneI.--The Cloisters of the Convent.TheFriar,and presently afterwards theTemplar.FRIAR.Ay, ay! he must be right, the Patriarch!And yet, of all his business, no great partHas prospered in my hands. But why should heEntrust such tasks to me? I have no wishTo play the knave, to wheedle and persuade,To worm out secrets, and to thrust my handInto my neighbour's business. Not for thisDid I renounce the world, that I might beEntangled with its cares for other men.TEMPLAR (entering abruptly).Good brother, are you here? I've sought you long.FRIAR.Me, sir?TEMPLAR.What, don't you recollect me, then?FRIAR.Ay! but, Sir Knight, I never thought to seeYour face again--and so I hoped in God.God knows how much I hated the proposalWhich I was bound to make you, and He knowsHow little I desired you should assent,How in my inmost soul I was rejoicedWhen you refused, without a moment's thought,To do what had been shameful in a Knight.But have you thought the matter o'er again?TEMPLAR.You seem to know what object brings me here.FRIAR.Have you, Sir Knight, reflected by this time,That our good Patriarch is not much deceivedIn thinking gold and glory may be wonBy his commission? that a foe's a foe,Were he our guardian angel seven times o'er?Have you 'gainst flesh and blood weighed all these things,And are you come to strike a bargain now?TEMPLAR.My dear good man, be patient; not for thisAm I come hither; not for aught like thisDo I desire to see the Patriarch.On every point my thoughts remain unchanged;Nor would I for the wealth of all this worldForfeit that good opinion, which I wonFrom such an upright, honest man as you.I merely come to ask the PatriarchFor counsel.FRIAR(looking round timidly).Counsel from the Patriarch!What, you! a knight to ask a priest's advice!TEMPLAR.Mine is a priestly business.FRIAR.Yet the priestsWould scorn a knight's advice, were their affairsEver so knightly.TEMPLAR.Therefore they're allowedTo err sometimes, a privilege which I,For one, don't greatly envy them; and yet,If I were acting only for myself,And were not bound to others, I should careBut little for advice. But in some things'Twere better to go wrong by others' guidanceThan, by our own, go right. And I observe,By this time, that religion's naught but party,And he who in his own belief is mostImpartial, does but hold the standard upOf his own creed, howe'er unconsciously.Yet since 'tis so, it must be right.FRIAR.I'm silent.In truth, I don't quite comprehend.TEMPLAR.And yet--(Let me consider first what 'tis I want--Decision or advice from sage or simple?)Thanks, brother; yes, I thank you for your hint.What is a patriarch? Be thou for onceMy patriarch; for 'tis the Christian ratherWhom in the patriarch I would consult,Than in the Christian the mere patriarch.FRIAR.Hold, hold, Sir Knight! no more of this, I findThat you mistake me. He who hath learnt muchMust needs have many cares. I know but one----But hark, behold! here comes the very man!'Tis he, so stay; he has perceived us both.SceneII.ThePatriarch,after marching up one of the aisles with great pomp, approaches.TEMPLAR.I'd rather shun him--he is not my man--A round, red smiling prelate! And what state!FRIAR.But you should see him at a festival,Now he but comes from visiting the sick.TEMPLAR.Great Saladin will then have cause to blush.PATRIARCH(coming forward, makes signs to theFriar).Was that the Templar? What's his business here?FRIAR.I know not.PATRIARCH(advancing, whilst theFriarand his train retire.)Well, Sir Knight, I'm truly gladTo meet so brave a youth. So very young,Something may come of him, if Heaven assist.TEMPLAR.Not more than has already come of him,But rather less, my reverend father.PATRIARCH.Well,It is my prayer that so devout a KnightMay for the cause of Christendom and GodBe long preserved; nor can it fail to be,If valour will give ear to aged words.Then say, how can I serve you, Sir?TEMPLAR.With thatIn which my youth's deficient--sound advice.PATRIARCH.Most gladly, if you'll follow my advice.TEMPLAR.Not blindly, though.PATRIARCH.Whose words are those? Indeed,None should neglect to use the intellectBestowed by God, when it is suitable.But is it always suitable? O no!If God, through one of the celestial choir--That is, through one of the blest ministersOf His most sacred word--should condescendTo show some way by which the Church's weal,Or else the general good of Christendom,Might be secured, what man would venture thenTo weigh the laws of intellect againstHis will, who fashioned intellect itself?Or measure the unchanged decrees of HeavenBy empty rules that suit this petty world?But of all this enough. Now tell me, Knight,Wherefore you seek our counsel?TEMPLAR.Reverend father!Suppose a Jew possessed an only child--A girl--whom he with fond parental careTrained to each virtue, treasured as his soul,Whilst she, with love as ardent as his own,Repaid his love,--suppose it rumoured thenThat she was not the daughter of this Jew,But a poor orphan, purchased in her youth,Or stolen, or found--or anything, but stillOf Christian birth, and in her youth baptised,And that the Jew had reared her in his faith,Allowed her to be thought a Jewish maid,And firmly to believe herself his child,--Say, reverend father, what should then be done?PATRIARCH.I shudder at the thought! But, worthy Sir,Say, is this fact, or mere hypothesis?That is, if your own head has framed the case,Or has it happened--does it still exist?TEMPLAR.That's unimportant, and could not assistYour reverence to pronounce upon the point.PATRIARCH.What! unimportant! See, Sir Knight, how aptProud reason is to err in sacred things.'Tis of deep import; though, 'tis true, the caseMay be the offspring of your sportive wit,When we should straight dismiss it from our thoughts,And I should then refer you to the stageWhereprosandconslike these are oft discussedWith loud applause. But if the object be,By something better than a sleight of hand,To sound my judgment, if the thing be fact,And may have happened in our diocese,Here in our dear Jerusalem itself,Why then----TEMPLAR.What then?PATRIARCH.Then were it well, Sir Knight,To execute at once upon the JewThe penalty provided for the case,By Papal and Imperial laws, againstSo foul a crime, such dire iniquity.TEMPLAR.Indeed!PATRIARCH.The laws I mention have decreedThat if a Jew shall to apostasySeduce a Christian, he shall die by fire.TEMPLAR.Indeed!PATRIARCH.How much more when a Jew by forceTears from baptismal bonds a Christian child?For all that's done to children is by force,Save what the Church shall order and perform.TEMPLAR.What if the child were steeped in misery,And must have died, but for this bounteous Jew?PATRIARCH.It matters not: the Jew should still be burnt.'Twere better to expire in misery,Than live to suffer never-ending pains.The Jew moreover should not have forestalledThe hand of God, whom had He willed to save,Could save without him.TEMPLAR.Make him happy too,In spite of him.PATRIARCH.It matters not, the JewMust still be burnt.TEMPLAR.That grieves me very much,And all the more, as people say that heHas reared the child not in his own belief,So much as in no faith at all, and taughtHer neither more nor less of God than isBy reason asked.PATRIARCH.It matters not, the JewMust still be burnt--and for this very causeWould merit threefold death. To rear a childWithout a faith! Not even teach a childThe greatest of all duties--to believe!'Tis heinous, and I'm rapt in wonder, Knight,That you yourself----TEMPLAR.Oh, reverend Sir, the restIn the confessional, if God allow.(Is going.)PATRIARCH.What, going! and not await my questioning!Not name to me this infidel, this Jew!Not find him out for me at once! But, hold!A thought occurs. I'll to the Sultan straight.According to the treaty we have swornWith Saladin, he must protect our creedWith all the privileges, all the rightsThat appertain to our most holy faith.Thank God! we have retained the deed itself,With seal and signature affixed, and weCan readily convince him, make him feelHow full of peril for the state it isNot to believe. All civil bonds are rentAsunder, torn to pieces, Knight, when menHave no belief. Away, away for everWith such impiety!TEMPLAR.I much deploreThat I want time to relish this discourse,This holy sermon. Saladin awaitsMy coming.PATRIARCH.Ah, indeed!TEMPLAR.And I'll prepareThe Sultan for your presence, reverend Sir,If you desire.PATRIARCH.Why, yes! for I have heardYou have found favour in the Sultan's sight.I beg to be remembered with respect.Zeal in the cause of God impels me on,And all excesses are performed for Him.Weigh that in kindness, then, most noble Sir!But, tell me, was your case about the JewA problem merely?TEMPLAR.Problem!(He retires.)PATRIARCH.(Of the facts,I must have fuller knowledge. I must beBetter informed; 'twill be another jobFor brother Bonafides.) Son, come hither!(Speaks with theFriaras he retires.)SceneIII.Saladin'sPalace.(Slaves are employed in bringing bags of gold, and piling them on the floor.)Saladin,Sittah.SALADIN.In truth, this weary business ne'er will end;Say, is it nearly done?A SLAVE.One half is done.SALADIN.Then take the rest to Sittah? Where's Al-Hafi?He must take charge of what is here. But, hold,Were it not best to send it to my father?Here 'twill be quickly spent. I feel, in truth,That I am growing miserly. At lastHe must be skilful who gets much from me,And till from Egypt further treasure comes,Our poverty must be content to struggle.Yet, at the Holy Sepulchre, the costOf all the Christian pilgrims must be paid;They must, at least, not go with empty hands.SITTAH.Why, what is this? wherefore this gold to me?SALADIN.Recoup yourself with it, if aught is left,Keep it in store.SITTAH.Are Nathan and the KnightNot yet arrived?SALADIN.The former everywhereIs seeking him.SITTAH.Behold what I have foundIn turning o'er my ornaments and jewels (showing a small portrait).SALADIN.Ha! what is here! a portrait! yes, my brother!'Tis he--'tis he!Washe--washe, alas!Oh dear, brave youth! so early lost to me!With thee at hand what had I not achieved!Give me the portrait, Sittah. I recallThis picture well. He gave it to his Lilla--Your elder sister--when one summer mornHe tore himself away reluctantly.She would not yield, but clasped him in her arms.'Twas the last morning that he e'er rode forth,And I, alas! I let him ride alone.Poor Lilla died of grief, and ne'er forgaveMy error that I let him ride alone.He ne'er returned.SITTAH.Poor brother!SALADIN.Say no more.A few short years, and we shall ne'er return.And then who knows? But 'tis not death aloneThat blights the hopes and promises of youth,They have far other foes, and oftentimesThe strongest, like the weakest, is o'ercome.But be that as it may, I must compareThis portrait with the Templar, that I mayObserve how much my fancy cheated me.SITTAH.'Twas for that purpose that I brought it here.But give it, and I'll tell thee if 'tis like:We women are best judges of such things.SALADIN(to the doorkeeper who enters).Who's there? the Templar? Bid him come at once.SITTAH.Not to disturb you, or perplex him withMy curious questions, I'll retire awhile. (Throws herself upon the sofa, and lets her veil fall.)SALADIN.That's well. (And now his voice--will that be like?For Assad's voice still slumbers in my soul!)SceneIV.TheTemplarandSaladin.TEMPLAR.I am your prisoner, Sultan.SALADIN.You my prisoner!Shall I refuse him liberty, whose lifeI freely spared?TEMPLAR.It is my duty, Sire,To hear, and not anticipate, your will.Yet it but ill becomes my characterAnd station, Sultan, to be thus profuseOf gratitude because you've spared my life--A life which henceforth is at your command.SALADIN.Only forbear to use it to my hurt.Not that I grudge my mortal enemyAnother pair of hands; but such a heartAs yours I do not yield him willingly.You valiant youth! I have not gauged you ill:In soul and body, you are truly Assad.I fain would learn where you have been so longConcealed. In what dim cavern you have slept?What spirit, in some region of the blest,Has kept this beauteous flower so fresh in bloom?Methinks I could remind you of our sportsIn days gone by; and I could chide you, too,For having kept one secret from my ear,For having dared one gallant deed alone.I'm happy that so much of this deceitAt least is true, that in my sear of lifeAn Assad blooms for me once more. And you,You too are happy, Knight!TEMPLAR.Whate'er you will--Whatever be your thought--lies as a wishWithin mine inmost soul.SALADIN.We'll prove you, then.Will you abide with me?--cling to my side,Whether as Christian or as Mussulman,In turban or white mantle? Choose your garb--Choose for yourself. I never have desiredThat the same bark should grow on every tree.TEMPLAR.Else, Saladin, you never had becomeThe hero that you are--who'd rather beThe gardener of the Lord.SALADIN.If thus you thinkOf Saladin, we're half agreed, already----TEMPLAR.Nay, quite!SALADIN(offering his hand).One word!TEMPLAR(taking it).One man! and with this handTake more than you can e'er take back again.Henceforth I'm wholly yours.SALADIN.This is too much--For one day 'tis too much! Came he not with you?TEMPLAR.Who?SALADIN.Who? Nathan.TEMPLAR.No; I came alone.SALADIN.Oh, what a deed was thine! what happinessThat such a deed should serve so good a man!TEMPLAR.'Twas nothing.SALADIN.Why so cold, O valiant youth!When God makes man His minister of good,He need not be so cold, nor modestlyWish to appear so cold.TEMPLAR.But in the worldAll things have many sides, and who is heCan comprehend how they may fit each other?SALADIN.Cling ever to what's noble, and praise God!He knows how all things fit. But if you areSo scrupulous, young man, I must beware.I too have many sides, and some of themMay seem to you not always made to fit.TEMPLAR.That grieves me; for suspicion, at the least,Is not a sin of mine.SALADIN.Then, tell me, whomDo you suspect? Not Nathan, surely? What!Nathan suspected, and by you? Explain--Afford me this first proof of confidence.TEMPLAR.I've nothing against Nathan. I am vexed,But with myself alone.SALADIN.Why so?TEMPLAR.For dreamingThat any Jew can think himself no Jew.I dreamt this waking.SALADIN.Tell me all your dream.TEMPLAR.You know that Nathan has a daughter, Sultan!And what I did for her, I did--becauseI did it. Far too proud to reap the thanksI had not sown, from day to day I shunnedThe maiden's sight. Her father was afar.He comes, he hears, he seeks me, give me thanks;Wishes that she might please me, and he talksOf dawning prospects. Well, I hear it all,I listen to him, go and see the maid--O! such a maiden, Sultan. But, I blush.SALADIN.Why blush? Blush that a Jewish maid should winYour admiration? 'Tis a venial fault.TEMPLAR.But oh! that, through her father's sweet discourse,To this impression my o'er-hasty heartSuch weak resistance offered! Fool. I leapedA second time into the flame, and thenI wooed, and was denied.SALADIN.Denied?--denied?TEMPLAR.The prudent father does not plainly sayNo, to my suit--but he must first inquire--He must reflect. Well, be it so. Had INot done the same? I looked about, inquired--Reflected--ere I plunged into the flamesWhere she was shrieking. Oh, by Heaven! it isA splendid thing to be so circumspect!SALADIN.Nay, but you must concede somewhat to age.His doubts will pass away, nor will he wishYou to become a Jew.TEMPLAR.Who knows?SALADIN.Who knows!One who knows Nathan better than yourself.TEMPLAR.And yet the superstitions we have learnedFrom education, do not lose their powerWhen we have found them out; nor are all freeWhose judgment mocks the galling chains they wear.SALADIN.'Tis wisely said; but Nathan, surely Nathan----TEMPLAR.That superstition is the worst of allWhich thinks itself the easiest to be borne----SALADIN.'Tis possible. But Nathan----TEMPLAR.And to trustTo it alone a blind humanityTill it is used to truth's more brilliant light.To it alone----SALADIN.Well, well! But Nathan's fateIs not to be so weak----TEMPLAR.I thought so once,But what if this bright pattern to mankindWere such a thorough Jew that he seeks outFor Christian children to bring up as Jews?How then?SALADIN.Who speaks so of him?TEMPLAR.E'en the maidFor whom I'm so distressed, with hopes of whomHe seemed so glad to recompense the deedHe would not suffer me to do for naught.This maid is not his daughter; no, she isA kidnapped Christian child.SALADIN.Whom Nathan nowRefuses you!TEMPLAR(earnestly).Refuse or not refuse,He is found out--the prating hypocriteIs now found out; but on this Jewish wolf,For all his philosophical sheep's garb,Dogs I can loosen who will tear his hide.SALADIN(earnestly).Peace, Christian!TEMPLAR.What! peace, Christian? Wherefore so?Shall Jew and Mussulman be free to boastTheir creeds, and shall the Christian be ashamedTo own his faith?SALADIN(more earnestly).Peace, Christian!TEMPLAR(calmly).Yes, I feelWhat weight of blame lies in your calm reproof--In that one word pronounced by Saladin.Oh! that I knew what Assad would have doneHad he but fill'd my place!SALADIN.He had not doneMuch better; nay, perhaps, had been more warm.Where did you learn to bribe me with a word?And yet, in truth, if all has happened soAs you narrate, it is not much like Nathan.But Nathan is my friend, and of my friendsOne must not quarrel with the other. SoTake counsel, act with prudence. Do not looseOn him the fanatics among your race.Keep silence. All the clergy of your sectWould call to me for vengeance upon himWith far more show of right than I could wish.Let not revenge impel you to becomeA Christian to the Jew or Mussulman.TEMPLAR.Thanks to the Patriarch's bloodthirsty rage,Your counsel almost comes too late; and IHad nearly proved his cruel instrument.SALADIN.How so? and did you see the PatriarchBefore you came to me?TEMPLAR.Yes, in the stormOf passion--in the whirl of doubt----Forgive me.I fear you will no longer find in meOne feature of your Assad.SALADIN.Yes, that fearIs like him. But, methinks, I know full wellThe weaknesses from which our virtues spring:Attend to these--the former cannot hurt.But go, seek Nathan, as he sought for you,And bring him hither. Be but reconciled.Are you in earnest, Knight, about this maid?Be calm--she shall be yours. Nathan shall feelThat without swines-flesh he has dared to rearA Christian child. Now, Templar, leave me. Go!(Exit theTemplar. Sittahleaves the sofa.)SceneV.SaladinandSittah.SITTAH.'Tis strange, indeed.SALADIN.What say you now, my Sittah?Was not our Assad once a handsome youth?SITTAH.If this were like him, and 'twere not the knightWho had his portrait taken. But, dear brother,How could you ever so forget yourselfAs not to make inquiry for his parents?SALADIN.And more especially about his mother?That was your meaning--eh?SITTAH.You are too quick.SALADIN.But nothing is more possible; for he,My brother Assad, was so favoured byThe Christian ladies--handsome Christian ladies--That a report once spread----But 'tis not rightWe should refer to that. We'll be contentThat he is here again, with all his faults,The faults and wildness of his gentle heart--That he is here again. Oh, Nathan mustGive him the maid. What think you?SITTAH.What, to him?SALADIN.Ay! for what claim has Nathan to the girlIf he is not her father? He, who savedHer life, may properly assume the rightsOf him who gave existence to the maid.SITTAH.Then might not Saladin lay claim to her,Withdrawing her from the unrightful owner?SALADIN.There is no need of that.SITTAH.No actual need,But female curiosity suggestsThat counsel to me. There are certain menOf whom I feel impatient till I knowWhat maidens they can love.SALADIN.Well send for her.SITTAH.Brother, may I do that?SALADIN.But hurt not Nathan.He must not think that we, by violence,Would separate them.SITTAH.Fear it not.SALADIN.Farewell!I must find out where this Al-Hafi is.SceneVI.The hall inNathan'shouse, looking towards the palm-trees, as in the first Act. Part of the merchandise and treasures unpacked and displayed.NathanandDaja.DAJA.O, how magnificent are all these things!How rich! they're such as none but you could give.Where was this silver stuff with sprigs of goldWoven? What might it cost? 'Tis what I callA wedding garment. Is there any queenCould wish aught richer?NATHAN.Why a wedding robe?DAJA.In buying it, you never thought of that.But, Nathan, it must be so--it must, indeed--'Twas made for that. See, here, the pure white ground,Emblem of innocence; that branching gold,Covering the virgin white on every side,Emblem of wealth. Say, is it not divine?NATHAN.Why all this ingenuity of speech?Over whose wedding dress would you displayThis learning? Have you found a lover, Daja?DAJA.What, I?NATHAN.Who, then?DAJA.I, gracious Heaven?NATHAN.Who, then?Whose wedding garment would you speak of, Daja?All this is yours, 'tis meant for no one else.DAJA.What, mine! for me! I thought it was for Recha.NATHAN.No, what I bought for her is elsewhere packed;'Tis in another bale. But, come, awayWith all this rubbish.DAJA.Nathan, tempt me not,For were these things the very costliestIn all the world, I'll touch not one of themTill you have sworn to seize a happy chanceWhich Heaven ne'er offers twice.NATHAN.What happy chance?What must I seize?DAJA.Nathan, feign not such ignorance.But, in one word--the Templar loves your Recha--Give her to him, and then your sin, which ICan hide no longer, will for ever cease.The maid will then once more resume her placeAmongst the Christians, will again becomeWhat she was born to, and what once she was;And you, whom we can never thank enoughFor all your goodness, will not then have heapedMore burning coals of fire upon your head.NATHAN.Still harping on the same old string again,New tuned, but neither to accord nor hold.DAJA.How so?NATHAN.The Templar pleases me; 'tis trueI'd rather he, than any one, had Recha.But patience.DAJA.Patience! and, say, is not thatThe string you always harp on?NATHAN.Still, have patienceBut for a few days longer. Ha! who comes?A friar! Go ask him what his errand is.DAJA(going).What can he want?NATHAN.Give--give before he begs.(Oh, that I knew how I could sound the KnightWithout betraying what my motive is!For should I tell it, and my thoughts prove false,I shall have staked the father's rights in vain.)What is the matter?DAJA.He would speak with you.NATHAN.Let him approach. Leave us together, Daja.SceneVII.Nathanand theFriar.NATHAN.(Aside. Gladly I would continue Recha's father!And can I not be so, though I may ceaseTo bear the name? To her--at least to her--I should be father still, if she but knewHow willingly I bore that title once.)What can I do to serve you, pious brother?FRIAR.Not much; and yet it gives me pleasure, Nathan,To see at least that you are still so well.NATHAN.You know me, then, it seems?FRIAR.Who knows you not?You have impressed your name on many a hand--It has been stamped on mine these many years.NATHAN(feeling for his purse).Come, brother, come; here's to refresh it.FRIAR.Thanks.That would be robbing poorer men. I willTake nothing; but I beg of you, permitThat I refresh your memory with my name;For I can boast of having formerlyPlaced something in your hand you should not scorn.NATHAN.Excuse me--I'm ashamed--what was it? Say,And then take for atonement sevenfoldThe value of the thing.FRIAR.Well, first of all,Hear how this very day has brought to mindThe pledge I gave you.NATHAN.What! a pledge to me?FRIAR.Not long ago I led a hermit's lifeOn Quarantana, near to Jericho.Some Arab thieves came and attacked my cell;They robbed my oratory, forcing meTo follow them. But fortune favoured me.I fled, came hither to the Patriarch,And sought from him another calm retreat,Where I might serve my God in solitudeTill death should bless me.NATHAN.Ah! I am on thorns.Be quick! What pledge did you entrust to me?FRIAR.Yes, Nathan, presently. The PatriarchHas promised I shall have a hermitageOn Tabor, when 'tis vacant; and meanwhileEmploys me in this convent as a brother,And here I am at present. But I pineFor Tabor fifty times a day; for hereHe makes me toil at work which I detest.NATHAN.Be speedy, I beseech you.FRIAR.Well, it chancedSome one has whispered in his ear to-dayThat a Jew lives hard by, who educatesA Christian as his daughter.NATHAN.How?FRIAR.Nay, hear.He has commissioned me, if possible,To find this Jew out for him; and he ravesLoudly and bitterly against the crime,Which he pronounces as the actual sinAgainst the Holy Ghost--that is, the sinThe greatest, which a sinner can commit.But luckily we can't exactly tellIts nature. But my conscience all at onceWas roused, and it occurred to me that IHad once, perhaps, been guilty of this sin.Do you remember, eighteen years ago,When a knight's squire committed to your handsA female infant but a few weeks old?
TheFriar,and presently afterwards theTemplar.
Ay, ay! he must be right, the Patriarch!
And yet, of all his business, no great part
Has prospered in my hands. But why should he
Entrust such tasks to me? I have no wish
To play the knave, to wheedle and persuade,
To worm out secrets, and to thrust my hand
Into my neighbour's business. Not for this
Did I renounce the world, that I might be
Entangled with its cares for other men.
Good brother, are you here? I've sought you long.
Me, sir?
What, don't you recollect me, then?
Ay! but, Sir Knight, I never thought to see
Your face again--and so I hoped in God.
God knows how much I hated the proposal
Which I was bound to make you, and He knows
How little I desired you should assent,
How in my inmost soul I was rejoiced
When you refused, without a moment's thought,
To do what had been shameful in a Knight.
But have you thought the matter o'er again?
You seem to know what object brings me here.
Have you, Sir Knight, reflected by this time,
That our good Patriarch is not much deceived
In thinking gold and glory may be won
By his commission? that a foe's a foe,
Were he our guardian angel seven times o'er?
Have you 'gainst flesh and blood weighed all these things,
And are you come to strike a bargain now?
My dear good man, be patient; not for this
Am I come hither; not for aught like this
Do I desire to see the Patriarch.
On every point my thoughts remain unchanged;
Nor would I for the wealth of all this world
Forfeit that good opinion, which I won
From such an upright, honest man as you.
I merely come to ask the Patriarch
For counsel.
Counsel from the Patriarch!
What, you! a knight to ask a priest's advice!
Mine is a priestly business.
Yet the priests
Would scorn a knight's advice, were their affairs
Ever so knightly.
Therefore they're allowed
To err sometimes, a privilege which I,
For one, don't greatly envy them; and yet,
If I were acting only for myself,
And were not bound to others, I should care
But little for advice. But in some things
'Twere better to go wrong by others' guidance
Than, by our own, go right. And I observe,
By this time, that religion's naught but party,
And he who in his own belief is most
Impartial, does but hold the standard up
Of his own creed, howe'er unconsciously.
Yet since 'tis so, it must be right.
I'm silent.
In truth, I don't quite comprehend.
And yet--
(Let me consider first what 'tis I want--
Decision or advice from sage or simple?)
Thanks, brother; yes, I thank you for your hint.
What is a patriarch? Be thou for once
My patriarch; for 'tis the Christian rather
Whom in the patriarch I would consult,
Than in the Christian the mere patriarch.
Hold, hold, Sir Knight! no more of this, I find
That you mistake me. He who hath learnt much
Must needs have many cares. I know but one----
But hark, behold! here comes the very man!
'Tis he, so stay; he has perceived us both.
ThePatriarch,after marching up one of the aisles with great pomp, approaches.
I'd rather shun him--he is not my man--
A round, red smiling prelate! And what state!
But you should see him at a festival,
Now he but comes from visiting the sick.
Great Saladin will then have cause to blush.
Was that the Templar? What's his business here?
I know not.
Well, Sir Knight, I'm truly glad
To meet so brave a youth. So very young,
Something may come of him, if Heaven assist.
Not more than has already come of him,
But rather less, my reverend father.
Well,
It is my prayer that so devout a Knight
May for the cause of Christendom and God
Be long preserved; nor can it fail to be,
If valour will give ear to aged words.
Then say, how can I serve you, Sir?
With that
In which my youth's deficient--sound advice.
Most gladly, if you'll follow my advice.
Not blindly, though.
Whose words are those? Indeed,
None should neglect to use the intellect
Bestowed by God, when it is suitable.
But is it always suitable? O no!
If God, through one of the celestial choir--
That is, through one of the blest ministers
Of His most sacred word--should condescend
To show some way by which the Church's weal,
Or else the general good of Christendom,
Might be secured, what man would venture then
To weigh the laws of intellect against
His will, who fashioned intellect itself?
Or measure the unchanged decrees of Heaven
By empty rules that suit this petty world?
But of all this enough. Now tell me, Knight,
Wherefore you seek our counsel?
Reverend father!
Suppose a Jew possessed an only child--
A girl--whom he with fond parental care
Trained to each virtue, treasured as his soul,
Whilst she, with love as ardent as his own,
Repaid his love,--suppose it rumoured then
That she was not the daughter of this Jew,
But a poor orphan, purchased in her youth,
Or stolen, or found--or anything, but still
Of Christian birth, and in her youth baptised,
And that the Jew had reared her in his faith,
Allowed her to be thought a Jewish maid,
And firmly to believe herself his child,--
Say, reverend father, what should then be done?
I shudder at the thought! But, worthy Sir,
Say, is this fact, or mere hypothesis?
That is, if your own head has framed the case,
Or has it happened--does it still exist?
That's unimportant, and could not assist
Your reverence to pronounce upon the point.
What! unimportant! See, Sir Knight, how apt
Proud reason is to err in sacred things.
'Tis of deep import; though, 'tis true, the case
May be the offspring of your sportive wit,
When we should straight dismiss it from our thoughts,
And I should then refer you to the stage
Whereprosandconslike these are oft discussed
With loud applause. But if the object be,
By something better than a sleight of hand,
To sound my judgment, if the thing be fact,
And may have happened in our diocese,
Here in our dear Jerusalem itself,
Why then----
What then?
Then were it well, Sir Knight,
To execute at once upon the Jew
The penalty provided for the case,
By Papal and Imperial laws, against
So foul a crime, such dire iniquity.
Indeed!
The laws I mention have decreed
That if a Jew shall to apostasy
Seduce a Christian, he shall die by fire.
Indeed!
How much more when a Jew by force
Tears from baptismal bonds a Christian child?
For all that's done to children is by force,
Save what the Church shall order and perform.
What if the child were steeped in misery,
And must have died, but for this bounteous Jew?
It matters not: the Jew should still be burnt.
'Twere better to expire in misery,
Than live to suffer never-ending pains.
The Jew moreover should not have forestalled
The hand of God, whom had He willed to save,
Could save without him.
Make him happy too,
In spite of him.
It matters not, the Jew
Must still be burnt.
That grieves me very much,
And all the more, as people say that he
Has reared the child not in his own belief,
So much as in no faith at all, and taught
Her neither more nor less of God than is
By reason asked.
It matters not, the Jew
Must still be burnt--and for this very cause
Would merit threefold death. To rear a child
Without a faith! Not even teach a child
The greatest of all duties--to believe!
'Tis heinous, and I'm rapt in wonder, Knight,
That you yourself----
Oh, reverend Sir, the rest
In the confessional, if God allow.(Is going.)
What, going! and not await my questioning!
Not name to me this infidel, this Jew!
Not find him out for me at once! But, hold!
A thought occurs. I'll to the Sultan straight.
According to the treaty we have sworn
With Saladin, he must protect our creed
With all the privileges, all the rights
That appertain to our most holy faith.
Thank God! we have retained the deed itself,
With seal and signature affixed, and we
Can readily convince him, make him feel
How full of peril for the state it is
Not to believe. All civil bonds are rent
Asunder, torn to pieces, Knight, when men
Have no belief. Away, away for ever
With such impiety!
I much deplore
That I want time to relish this discourse,
This holy sermon. Saladin awaits
My coming.
Ah, indeed!
And I'll prepare
The Sultan for your presence, reverend Sir,
If you desire.
Why, yes! for I have heard
You have found favour in the Sultan's sight.
I beg to be remembered with respect.
Zeal in the cause of God impels me on,
And all excesses are performed for Him.
Weigh that in kindness, then, most noble Sir!
But, tell me, was your case about the Jew
A problem merely?
Problem!(He retires.)
(Of the facts,
I must have fuller knowledge. I must be
Better informed; 'twill be another job
For brother Bonafides.) Son, come hither!
(Speaks with theFriaras he retires.)
Saladin'sPalace.
(Slaves are employed in bringing bags of gold, and piling them on the floor.)
Saladin,Sittah.
In truth, this weary business ne'er will end;
Say, is it nearly done?
One half is done.
Then take the rest to Sittah? Where's Al-Hafi?
He must take charge of what is here. But, hold,
Were it not best to send it to my father?
Here 'twill be quickly spent. I feel, in truth,
That I am growing miserly. At last
He must be skilful who gets much from me,
And till from Egypt further treasure comes,
Our poverty must be content to struggle.
Yet, at the Holy Sepulchre, the cost
Of all the Christian pilgrims must be paid;
They must, at least, not go with empty hands.
Why, what is this? wherefore this gold to me?
Recoup yourself with it, if aught is left,
Keep it in store.
Are Nathan and the Knight
Not yet arrived?
The former everywhere
Is seeking him.
Behold what I have found
In turning o'er my ornaments and jewels (showing a small portrait).
Ha! what is here! a portrait! yes, my brother!
'Tis he--'tis he!Washe--washe, alas!
Oh dear, brave youth! so early lost to me!
With thee at hand what had I not achieved!
Give me the portrait, Sittah. I recall
This picture well. He gave it to his Lilla--
Your elder sister--when one summer morn
He tore himself away reluctantly.
She would not yield, but clasped him in her arms.
'Twas the last morning that he e'er rode forth,
And I, alas! I let him ride alone.
Poor Lilla died of grief, and ne'er forgave
My error that I let him ride alone.
He ne'er returned.
Poor brother!
Say no more.
A few short years, and we shall ne'er return.
And then who knows? But 'tis not death alone
That blights the hopes and promises of youth,
They have far other foes, and oftentimes
The strongest, like the weakest, is o'ercome.
But be that as it may, I must compare
This portrait with the Templar, that I may
Observe how much my fancy cheated me.
'Twas for that purpose that I brought it here.
But give it, and I'll tell thee if 'tis like:
We women are best judges of such things.
Who's there? the Templar? Bid him come at once.
Not to disturb you, or perplex him with
My curious questions, I'll retire awhile. (Throws herself upon the sofa, and lets her veil fall.)
That's well. (And now his voice--will that be like?
For Assad's voice still slumbers in my soul!)
TheTemplarandSaladin.
I am your prisoner, Sultan.
You my prisoner!
Shall I refuse him liberty, whose life
I freely spared?
It is my duty, Sire,
To hear, and not anticipate, your will.
Yet it but ill becomes my character
And station, Sultan, to be thus profuse
Of gratitude because you've spared my life--
A life which henceforth is at your command.
Only forbear to use it to my hurt.
Not that I grudge my mortal enemy
Another pair of hands; but such a heart
As yours I do not yield him willingly.
You valiant youth! I have not gauged you ill:
In soul and body, you are truly Assad.
I fain would learn where you have been so long
Concealed. In what dim cavern you have slept?
What spirit, in some region of the blest,
Has kept this beauteous flower so fresh in bloom?
Methinks I could remind you of our sports
In days gone by; and I could chide you, too,
For having kept one secret from my ear,
For having dared one gallant deed alone.
I'm happy that so much of this deceit
At least is true, that in my sear of life
An Assad blooms for me once more. And you,
You too are happy, Knight!
Whate'er you will--
Whatever be your thought--lies as a wish
Within mine inmost soul.
We'll prove you, then.
Will you abide with me?--cling to my side,
Whether as Christian or as Mussulman,
In turban or white mantle? Choose your garb--
Choose for yourself. I never have desired
That the same bark should grow on every tree.
Else, Saladin, you never had become
The hero that you are--who'd rather be
The gardener of the Lord.
If thus you think
Of Saladin, we're half agreed, already----
Nay, quite!
One word!
One man! and with this hand
Take more than you can e'er take back again.
Henceforth I'm wholly yours.
This is too much--
For one day 'tis too much! Came he not with you?
Who?
Who? Nathan.
No; I came alone.
Oh, what a deed was thine! what happiness
That such a deed should serve so good a man!
'Twas nothing.
Why so cold, O valiant youth!
When God makes man His minister of good,
He need not be so cold, nor modestly
Wish to appear so cold.
But in the world
All things have many sides, and who is he
Can comprehend how they may fit each other?
Cling ever to what's noble, and praise God!
He knows how all things fit. But if you are
So scrupulous, young man, I must beware.
I too have many sides, and some of them
May seem to you not always made to fit.
That grieves me; for suspicion, at the least,
Is not a sin of mine.
Then, tell me, whom
Do you suspect? Not Nathan, surely? What!
Nathan suspected, and by you? Explain--
Afford me this first proof of confidence.
I've nothing against Nathan. I am vexed,
But with myself alone.
Why so?
For dreaming
That any Jew can think himself no Jew.
I dreamt this waking.
Tell me all your dream.
You know that Nathan has a daughter, Sultan!
And what I did for her, I did--because
I did it. Far too proud to reap the thanks
I had not sown, from day to day I shunned
The maiden's sight. Her father was afar.
He comes, he hears, he seeks me, give me thanks;
Wishes that she might please me, and he talks
Of dawning prospects. Well, I hear it all,
I listen to him, go and see the maid--
O! such a maiden, Sultan. But, I blush.
Why blush? Blush that a Jewish maid should win
Your admiration? 'Tis a venial fault.
But oh! that, through her father's sweet discourse,
To this impression my o'er-hasty heart
Such weak resistance offered! Fool. I leaped
A second time into the flame, and then
I wooed, and was denied.
Denied?--denied?
The prudent father does not plainly say
No, to my suit--but he must first inquire--
He must reflect. Well, be it so. Had I
Not done the same? I looked about, inquired--
Reflected--ere I plunged into the flames
Where she was shrieking. Oh, by Heaven! it is
A splendid thing to be so circumspect!
Nay, but you must concede somewhat to age.
His doubts will pass away, nor will he wish
You to become a Jew.
Who knows?
Who knows!
One who knows Nathan better than yourself.
And yet the superstitions we have learned
From education, do not lose their power
When we have found them out; nor are all free
Whose judgment mocks the galling chains they wear.
'Tis wisely said; but Nathan, surely Nathan----
That superstition is the worst of all
Which thinks itself the easiest to be borne----
'Tis possible. But Nathan----
And to trust
To it alone a blind humanity
Till it is used to truth's more brilliant light.
To it alone----
Well, well! But Nathan's fate
Is not to be so weak----
I thought so once,
But what if this bright pattern to mankind
Were such a thorough Jew that he seeks out
For Christian children to bring up as Jews?
How then?
Who speaks so of him?
E'en the maid
For whom I'm so distressed, with hopes of whom
He seemed so glad to recompense the deed
He would not suffer me to do for naught.
This maid is not his daughter; no, she is
A kidnapped Christian child.
Whom Nathan now
Refuses you!
Refuse or not refuse,
He is found out--the prating hypocrite
Is now found out; but on this Jewish wolf,
For all his philosophical sheep's garb,
Dogs I can loosen who will tear his hide.
Peace, Christian!
What! peace, Christian? Wherefore so?
Shall Jew and Mussulman be free to boast
Their creeds, and shall the Christian be ashamed
To own his faith?
Peace, Christian!
Yes, I feel
What weight of blame lies in your calm reproof--
In that one word pronounced by Saladin.
Oh! that I knew what Assad would have done
Had he but fill'd my place!
He had not done
Much better; nay, perhaps, had been more warm.
Where did you learn to bribe me with a word?
And yet, in truth, if all has happened so
As you narrate, it is not much like Nathan.
But Nathan is my friend, and of my friends
One must not quarrel with the other. So
Take counsel, act with prudence. Do not loose
On him the fanatics among your race.
Keep silence. All the clergy of your sect
Would call to me for vengeance upon him
With far more show of right than I could wish.
Let not revenge impel you to become
A Christian to the Jew or Mussulman.
Thanks to the Patriarch's bloodthirsty rage,
Your counsel almost comes too late; and I
Had nearly proved his cruel instrument.
How so? and did you see the Patriarch
Before you came to me?
Yes, in the storm
Of passion--in the whirl of doubt----Forgive me.
I fear you will no longer find in me
One feature of your Assad.
Yes, that fear
Is like him. But, methinks, I know full well
The weaknesses from which our virtues spring:
Attend to these--the former cannot hurt.
But go, seek Nathan, as he sought for you,
And bring him hither. Be but reconciled.
Are you in earnest, Knight, about this maid?
Be calm--she shall be yours. Nathan shall feel
That without swines-flesh he has dared to rear
A Christian child. Now, Templar, leave me. Go!
(Exit theTemplar. Sittahleaves the sofa.)
SaladinandSittah.
'Tis strange, indeed.
What say you now, my Sittah?
Was not our Assad once a handsome youth?
If this were like him, and 'twere not the knight
Who had his portrait taken. But, dear brother,
How could you ever so forget yourself
As not to make inquiry for his parents?
And more especially about his mother?
That was your meaning--eh?
You are too quick.
But nothing is more possible; for he,
My brother Assad, was so favoured by
The Christian ladies--handsome Christian ladies--
That a report once spread----But 'tis not right
We should refer to that. We'll be content
That he is here again, with all his faults,
The faults and wildness of his gentle heart--
That he is here again. Oh, Nathan must
Give him the maid. What think you?
What, to him?
Ay! for what claim has Nathan to the girl
If he is not her father? He, who saved
Her life, may properly assume the rights
Of him who gave existence to the maid.
Then might not Saladin lay claim to her,
Withdrawing her from the unrightful owner?
There is no need of that.
No actual need,
But female curiosity suggests
That counsel to me. There are certain men
Of whom I feel impatient till I know
What maidens they can love.
Well send for her.
Brother, may I do that?
But hurt not Nathan.
He must not think that we, by violence,
Would separate them.
Fear it not.
Farewell!
I must find out where this Al-Hafi is.
The hall inNathan'shouse, looking towards the palm-trees, as in the first Act. Part of the merchandise and treasures unpacked and displayed.
NathanandDaja.
O, how magnificent are all these things!
How rich! they're such as none but you could give.
Where was this silver stuff with sprigs of gold
Woven? What might it cost? 'Tis what I call
A wedding garment. Is there any queen
Could wish aught richer?
Why a wedding robe?
In buying it, you never thought of that.
But, Nathan, it must be so--it must, indeed--
'Twas made for that. See, here, the pure white ground,
Emblem of innocence; that branching gold,
Covering the virgin white on every side,
Emblem of wealth. Say, is it not divine?
Why all this ingenuity of speech?
Over whose wedding dress would you display
This learning? Have you found a lover, Daja?
What, I?
Who, then?
I, gracious Heaven?
Who, then?
Whose wedding garment would you speak of, Daja?
All this is yours, 'tis meant for no one else.
What, mine! for me! I thought it was for Recha.
No, what I bought for her is elsewhere packed;
'Tis in another bale. But, come, away
With all this rubbish.
Nathan, tempt me not,
For were these things the very costliest
In all the world, I'll touch not one of them
Till you have sworn to seize a happy chance
Which Heaven ne'er offers twice.
What happy chance?
What must I seize?
Nathan, feign not such ignorance.
But, in one word--the Templar loves your Recha--
Give her to him, and then your sin, which I
Can hide no longer, will for ever cease.
The maid will then once more resume her place
Amongst the Christians, will again become
What she was born to, and what once she was;
And you, whom we can never thank enough
For all your goodness, will not then have heaped
More burning coals of fire upon your head.
Still harping on the same old string again,
New tuned, but neither to accord nor hold.
How so?
The Templar pleases me; 'tis true
I'd rather he, than any one, had Recha.
But patience.
Patience! and, say, is not that
The string you always harp on?
Still, have patience
But for a few days longer. Ha! who comes?
A friar! Go ask him what his errand is.
What can he want?
Give--give before he begs.
(Oh, that I knew how I could sound the Knight
Without betraying what my motive is!
For should I tell it, and my thoughts prove false,
I shall have staked the father's rights in vain.)
What is the matter?
He would speak with you.
Let him approach. Leave us together, Daja.
Nathanand theFriar.
(Aside. Gladly I would continue Recha's father!
And can I not be so, though I may cease
To bear the name? To her--at least to her--
I should be father still, if she but knew
How willingly I bore that title once.)
What can I do to serve you, pious brother?
Not much; and yet it gives me pleasure, Nathan,
To see at least that you are still so well.
You know me, then, it seems?
Who knows you not?
You have impressed your name on many a hand--
It has been stamped on mine these many years.
Come, brother, come; here's to refresh it.
Thanks.
That would be robbing poorer men. I will
Take nothing; but I beg of you, permit
That I refresh your memory with my name;
For I can boast of having formerly
Placed something in your hand you should not scorn.
Excuse me--I'm ashamed--what was it? Say,
And then take for atonement sevenfold
The value of the thing.
Well, first of all,
Hear how this very day has brought to mind
The pledge I gave you.
What! a pledge to me?
Not long ago I led a hermit's life
On Quarantana, near to Jericho.
Some Arab thieves came and attacked my cell;
They robbed my oratory, forcing me
To follow them. But fortune favoured me.
I fled, came hither to the Patriarch,
And sought from him another calm retreat,
Where I might serve my God in solitude
Till death should bless me.
Ah! I am on thorns.
Be quick! What pledge did you entrust to me?
Yes, Nathan, presently. The Patriarch
Has promised I shall have a hermitage
On Tabor, when 'tis vacant; and meanwhile
Employs me in this convent as a brother,
And here I am at present. But I pine
For Tabor fifty times a day; for here
He makes me toil at work which I detest.
Be speedy, I beseech you.
Well, it chanced
Some one has whispered in his ear to-day
That a Jew lives hard by, who educates
A Christian as his daughter.
How?
Nay, hear.
He has commissioned me, if possible,
To find this Jew out for him; and he raves
Loudly and bitterly against the crime,
Which he pronounces as the actual sin
Against the Holy Ghost--that is, the sin
The greatest, which a sinner can commit.
But luckily we can't exactly tell
Its nature. But my conscience all at once
Was roused, and it occurred to me that I
Had once, perhaps, been guilty of this sin.
Do you remember, eighteen years ago,
When a knight's squire committed to your hands
A female infant but a few weeks old?