Silence! Yes. But who can doubt That you are generosity itself? And yet---- NATHAN. I'm but a Jew! Daja, confess That I have guessed your thought. DAJA. You know my thoughts Far better. NATHAN. Well, be silent! DAJA. I am dumb. And henceforth all the evil that may spring From this, which I cannot avert, nor change, Fall on your head. NATHAN. Let it all fall on me! But where is Recha? What detains her thus? Are you deceiving me? Can she have heard That I am here? DAJA. Yourself must answer that. Terror still palpitates through every nerve, And fancy mingles fire with all her thoughts. In sleep her soul's awake; but when awake, Is wrapt in slumber. Less than mortal now, And now far more than angel, she appears. NATHAN. Poor child! how frail a thing is human nature! DAJA. She lay this morning with her eyelids closed-- One would have thought her dead--when suddenly She started from her couch, and cried, "Hark, hark! Here come my father's camels, and I hear His own sweet voice again!" With that, her eyes Once more she opened, and her arms' support Withdrawn, her head droop'd softly on her pillow. Quickly I hastened forth, and now behold, I find you here. But marvel not at this. Has not her every thought been long engrossed With dreams of you and him? NATHAN. Of him! What him? DAJA. Of him who from the flames preserved her life. NATHAN. And who was he? Where is he? Name the man Who saved my Recha? DAJA. A young Templar he! Brought hither captive lately, and restored To freedom by the Sultan. NATHAN. How? A Templar? A captive, too, and pardoned by the Sultan? Could not my Recha's life have been preserved By some less wondrous miracle? O God! DAJA. But for this stranger's help, who risked afresh The life so unexpectedly restored, Recha had surely perished. NATHAN. Where is he? Where is this noble youth? Where is he, Daja? Oh, lead me to his feet! But you already Have surely lavished on him all the wealth That I had left behind; have given him all-- And promised more, much more. DAJA.