Indeed—no more? O then forgive— NATHAN. ’Tis well. Do but come with me. TEMPLAR. Whither? To thy house? No? there not—there not: ’tis a burning soil. Here I await thee, go. Am I again To see her, I shall see her times enough: If not I have already gazed too much. NATHAN. I’ll try to be soon back. [_Goes_. TEMPLAR. Too much indeed— Strange that the human brain, so infinite Of comprehension, yet at times will fill Quite full, and all at once, of a mere trifle— No matter what it teems with. Patience! Patience! The soul soon calms again, th’ upboiling stuff Makes itself room and brings back light and order. Is this then the first time I love? Or was What by that name I knew before, not love— And this, this love alone that now I feel? DAYA _and_ TEMPLAR. DAYA. Sir knight, sir knight. TEMPLAR. Who calls? ha, Daya, you? DAYA. I managed to slip by him. No, come here (He’ll see us where you stand) behind this tree. TEMPLAR. Why so mysterious? What’s the matter, Daya? DAYA. Yes, ’tis a secret that has brought me to you A twofold secret. One I only know, The other only you. Let’s interchange, Intrust yours first to me, then I’ll tell mine. TEMPLAR. With pleasure when I’m able to discover What you call me. But that yours will explain. Begin— DAYA. That is not fair, yours first, sir knight; For be assured my secret serves you not Unless I have yours first. If I sift it out You’ll not have trusted me, and then my secret Is still my own, and yours lost all for nothing. But, knight, how can you men so fondly fancy You ever hide such secrets from us women. TEMPLAR. Secrets we often are unconscious of. DAYA. May be—So then I must at last be friendly, And break it to you. Tell me now, whence came it That all at once you started up abruptly And in the twinkling of an eye were fled? That you left us without one civil speech! That you return no more with Nathan to us— Has Recha then made such a slight impression, Or made so deep a one? I penetrate you. Think you that on a limed twig the poor bird Can flutter cheerfully, or hop at ease With its wing pinioned? Come, come, in one word Acknowledge to me plainly that you love her, Love her to madness, and I’ll tell you what. TEMPLAR.