Nathan the Wise; a dramatic poem in five actsLessing, Gotthold Ephraim
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Nathan the Wise; a dramatic poem in five acts
Lessing, Gotthold Ephraim
German drama -- Translations into English
To his nation
Are _rich_ and _wise_ perhaps of equal import.
DAYA.
But above all he should be called the _good_.
You can’t imagine how much goodness dwells
Within him. Since he has been told the service
You rendered to his Recha, there is nothing
That he would grudge you.
TEMPLAR.
Aye?
DAYA.
Do—see him, try him.
TEMPLAR.
A burst of feeling soon is at an end.
DAYA.
And do you think that I, were he less kind,
Less bountiful, had housed with him so long:
That I don’t feel my value as a Christian:
For ’twas not o’er my cradle said, or sung,
That I to Palestina should pursue
My husband’s steps, only to educate
A Jewess. My husband was a noble page
In Emperor Frederic’s army.
TEMPLAR.
And by birth
A Switzer, who obtained the gracious honour
Of drowning in one river with his master.
Woman, how often you have told me this!
Will you ne’er leave off persecuting me?
DAYA.
My Jesus! persecute—
TEMPLAR.
Aye, persecute.
Observe then, I henceforward will not see,
Not hear you, nor be minded of a deed
Over and over, which I did unthinking,
And which, when thought about, I wonder at.
I wish not to repent it; but, remember,
Should the like accident occur again,
’Twill be your fault if I proceed more coolly,
Ask a few questions, and let burn what’s burning.
DAYA.
My God forbid!
TEMPLAR.
From this day forth, good woman,
Do me at least the favour not to know me:
I beg it of you; and don’t send the father.
A Jew’s a Jew, and I am rude and bearish.
The image of the maid is quite erased
Out of my soul—if it was ever there—
DAYA.
But yours remains with her.
TEMPLAR.
Why so—what then—
Wherefore give harbour to it?—
DAYA.
Who knows wherefore?
Men are not always what they seem to be.
TEMPLAR.
They’re seldom better than they seem to be.
DAYA.
Ben’t in this hurry.
TEMPLAR.
Pray, forbear to make
These palm-trees odious. I have loved to walk here.
DAYA.
Farewell then, bear. Yet I must track the savage.
ACT II.
SCENE.—The Sultan’s Palace.—An outer room of Sittah’s apartment.
SALADIN _and_ SITTAH, _playing chess_.
SITTAH.
Wherefore so absent, brother? How you play!
SALADIN.
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