[_Aloud_. They are my brother’s and thy brother’s children. [_Rushes to embrace them_. SITTAH. What do I hear? Could it be otherwise? [_The like_. SALADIN (_to the templar_). Now, proud boy, thou shalt love me, thou must love me, [_To Recha_. And I am, what I offered to become, With or without thy leave. SITTAH. I too—I too. SALADIN (_to the templar_.) My son—my Assad—my lost Assad’s son. TEMPLAR. I of thy blood—then those were more than dreams With which they used to lull my infancy— Much more. [_Falls at the Sultan’s feet_. SALADIN (_raising him_.) Now mark his malice. Something of it He knew, yet would have let me butcher him— Boy, boy! [_During the silent continuance of reciprocal embraces the curtain falls_.