'Tis true! What, if this Jew should prove an upright man, Such as the Dervise painted him? SITTAH. Why, then, Your difficulty ceases; for a snare Implies an avaricious, cheating Jew, And not an upright man. Then he is ours Without a snare. 'Twill give us joy to hear How such a man will speak--with what stern strength He'll tear the net, or with what cunning skill Untangle all its meshes, one by one. SALADIN. True, Sittah! 'twill afford me rare delight. SITTAH. What, then, need trouble you? For if he be, Like all his nation, a mere cozening Jew, You need not blush, if you appear to him No better than he deems all other men. But if to him you wear a different look, You'll be a fool--his dupe! SALADIN. So I must, then, Do ill, lest bad men should think ill of me. SITTAH. Yes, brother, if you call it doing ill To put a thing to its intended use. SALADIN. Well, there is nothing woman's wit invents It cannot palliate---- SITTAH. How, palliate? SALADIN. Sittah, I fear such fine-wrought filagree Will break in my rude hand. It is for those Who frame such plots to bring them into play. The execution needs the inventor's skill. But let it pass.--I'll dance as best I can-- Yet sooner would I do it ill than well. SITTAH. Oh, brother, have more courage in yourself! Have but the will, I'll answer for the rest. How strange that men like you are ever prone To think it is their swords alone that raise them. When with the fox the noble lion hunts, 'Tis of the fellowship he feels ashamed, But of the cunning, never. SALADIN. Well, 'tis strange That women so delight to bring mankind Down to their level. But, dear Sittah, go; I think I know my lesson. SITTAH. Must I go? SALADIN. You did not mean to stay? SITTAH. No, not with you, But in this neighb'ring chamber. SALADIN. What! to listen? Not so, my sister, if I shall succeed. Away! the curtain rustles--he is come. Beware of lingering! I'll be on the watch. (_While_ Sittah _retires through, one door_, Nathan _enters at another, and_ Saladin _seats himself_.) Scene V. Saladin, Nathan.