I am not able now to talk, farewell; And if you chance to meet him, only say That we shall find each other at the sultan’s. DAYA. Let him not see you’ve any grudge against him. That should be kept to give the proper impulse To things at last, and may remove your scruples Respecting Recha. But then, if you take her Back with you into Europe, let not me Be left behind. TEMPLAR. That we’ll soon settle, go. ACT IV. SCENE.—The Cloister of a Convent. _The_ FRIAR _alone_. FRIAR. Aye—aye—he’s very right—the patriarch is— In fact of all that he has sent me after Not much turns out his way—Why put on me Such business and no other? I don’t care To coax and wheedle, and to run my nose Into all sorts of things, and have a hand In all that’s going forward. I did not Renounce the world, for my own part, in order To be entangled with ’t for other people. FRIAR _and_ TEMPLAR. TEMPLAR (_abruptly entering_). Good brother, are you there? I’ve sought you long. FRIAR. Me, sir? TEMPLAR. What, don’t you recollect me? FRIAR. Oh, I thought I never in my life was likely To see you any more. For so I hoped In God. I did not vastly relish the proposal That I was bound to make you. Yes, God knows, How little I desired to find a hearing, Knows I was inly glad when you refused Without a moment’s thought, what of a knight Would be unworthy. Are your second thoughts— TEMPLAR. So, you already know my purpose, I Scarce know myself. FRIAR. Have you by this reflected That our good patriarch is not so much out, That gold and fame in plenty may be got By his commission, that a foe’s a foe Were he our guardian angel seven times over. Have you weighed this ’gainst flesh and blood, and come To strike the bargain he proposed. Ah, God. TEMPLAR. My dear good man, set your poor heart at ease. Not therefore am I come, not therefore wish To see the patriarch in person. Still On the first point I think as I then thought, Nor would I for aught in the world exchange That good opinion, which I once obtained From such a worthy upright man as thou art, I come to ask your patriarch’s advice— FRIAR (_looking round with timidity_). Our patriarch’s—you? a knight ask priest’s advice? TEMPLAR. Mine is a priestly business. FRIAR. Yet the priests Ask not the knights’ advice, be their affair Ever so knightly.