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
I have heard
That you found favour in the sultan’s sight,
I beg with all humility to be
Remembered to him. I am purely motived
By zeal in th’ cause of God. What of too much
I do, I do for him—weigh that in goodness.
’Twas then, most noble sir—what you were starting
About the Jew—a problem merely!
TEMPLAR.
Problem!
[_Goes_.
PATRIARCH.
Of whose foundation I’ll have nearer knowledge.
Another job for brother Bonafides.
Hither, my son!
[_Converses with the Friar as he walks off_.
SCENE.—A Room in the Palace.
SLAVES _bring in a number of purses and pile them on the floor_. SALADIN
_is present_.
SALADIN.
In troth this has no end. And is there much
Of this same thing behind?
SLAVE.
About one half.
SALADIN.
Then take the rest to Sittah. Where’s Al-Hafi?
What’s here Al-Hafi shall take charge of straight.
Or shan’t I rather send it to my father;
Here it slips through one’s fingers. Sure in time
One may grow callous; it shall now cost labour
To come at much from me—at least until
The treasures come from Ægypt, poverty
Must shift as ’t can—yet at the sepulchre
The charges must go on—the Christian pilgrims
Shall not go back without an alms.
SALADIN _and_ SITTAH.
SITTAH (_entering_).
Why this?
Wherefore the gold to me?
SALADIN.
Pay thyself with it,
And if there’s something left ’twill be in store.
Are Nathan and the templar not yet come?
SITTAH.
He has been seeking for him everywhere—
Look what I met with when the plate and jewels
Were passing through my hands—
[_Showing a small portrait_.
SALADIN.
Ha! What, my brother?
’Tis he, ’tis he, _was_ he, _was_ he alas!
Thou dear brave youth, and lost to me so early;
What would I not with thee and at thy side
Have undertaken? Let me have the portrait,
I recollect it now again; he gave it
Unto thy elder sister, to his Lilah,
That morning that she would not part with him,
But clasped him so in tears. It was the last
Morning that he rode out; and I—I let him
Ride unattended. Lilah died for grief,
And never could forgive me that I let him
Then ride alone. He came not back.
SITTAH.
Poor brother—
SALADIN.
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