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
Pride in an act of service
Revokes the benefit. What thou hast saved
Is therefore not thy own, or else the robber,
Urged by his avarice thro’ fire-crumbling halls,
Were like thyself a hero. Come, sweet maid,
[_Advances toward Recha in order to lead her up to the Templar_.
Come, stickle not for niceties with him.
Other—he were less warm and proud, and had
Paused, and not saved thee. Balance then the one
Against the other, and put him to the blush,
Do what he should have done—own thou thy love—
Make him thy offer, and if he refuse,
Or o’er forgot how infinitely more
By this thou do for him than he for thee—
What, what in fact has he then done for thee
But make himself a little sooty? That
(Else he has nothing of my Assad in him,
But only wears his mask) that was mere sport,
Come, lovely girl.
SITTAH.
Go, go, my love, this step
Is for thy gratitude too short, too trifling.
[_They are each taking one of Recha’s hands when Nathan with a solemn
gesture of prohibition says_,
NATHAN.
Hold, Saladin—hold, Sittah.
SALADIN.
Ha! thou too?
NATHAN.
One other has to speak.
SALADIN.
Who denies that?
Unquestionably, Nathan, there belongs
A vote to such a foster-father—and
The first, if you require it. You perceive
I know how all the matter lies.
NATHAN.
Not all—
I speak not of myself. There is another,
A very different man, whom, Saladin,
I must first talk with.
SALADIN.
Who?
NATHAN.
Her brother.
SALADIN.
Recha’s?
NATHAN.
Yes, her’s.
RECHA.
My brother—have I then a brother?
[_The templar starts from his silent and sullen inattention_.
TEMPLAR.
Where is this brother? Not yet here? ’Twas here
I was to find him.
NATHAN.
Patience yet a while.
TEMPLAR (_very bitterly_).
He has imposed a father on the girl,
He’ll find her up a brother.
SALADIN.
That was wanting!
Christian, this mean suspicion ne’er had past
The lips of Assad. Go but on—
NATHAN.
Forgive him,
I can forgive him readily. Who knows
What in his place, and at his time of life,
We might have thought ourselves? Suspicion, knight,
[_Approaching the templar in a friendly manner_.
Succeeds soon to mistrust. Had you at first
Favoured me with your real name.
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