Deceivers, yes; All is deceit in thee, face, voice, walk, gesture, Nothing belongs to thee. How, not acknowledge A sister such as she? Go. TEMPLAR (_modestly approaching him_). Sultan, Sultan O do not misinterpret my amazement— Thou never saw’st in such a moment, prince, Thy Assad’s heart—mistake not him and me. [_Hastening towards Nathan_. O Nathan, you have taken, you have given, Both with full hands indeed; and now—yes—yes, You give me more than you have taken from me, Yes, infinitely more—my sister—sister. [_Embraces Recha_. NATHAN. Blanda of Filnek. TEMPLAR. Blanda, ha! not Recha, Your Recha now no longer—you resign her, Give her her Christian name again, and then For my sake turn her off. Why Nathan, Nathan, Why must she suffer for it? she for me? NATHAN. What mean you? O my children, both my children— For sure my daughter’s brother is my child, So soon as he but will it! [_While they embrace Nathan by turns_, _Saladin draws nigh to Sittah_. SALADIN. What sayst thou Sittah to this? SITTAH. I’m deeply moved. SALADIN. And I Half tremble at the thought of the emotion Still greater, still to come. Nathan, a word [_While he converses with Nathan_, _Sittah goes to express her sympathy to the others_. With thee apart. Wast thou not saying also That her own father was no German born? What was he then? Whence was he? NATHAN. He himself Never intrusted me with that. From him I knew it not. SALADIN. You say he was no Frank? NATHAN. No, that he owned: he loved to talk the Persian. SALADIN. The Persian—need I more? ’Tis he—’twas he! NATHAN. Who? SALADIN. Assad certainly, my brother Assad. NATHAN. If thou thyself perceive it, be assured; Look in this book— [_Gives the breviary_. SALADIN (_eagerly looking_.) O ’tis his hand, his hand, I recollect it well. NATHAN. They know it not; It rests with thee what they shall learn of this. SALADIN (_turning over the breviary_.) I not acknowledge my own brother’s children, Not own my nephew—not my children—I Leave them to thee? Yes, Sittah, it is they,