I do not ask--forgive me,--it is just, For what avails concealment? I confess I was about---- NATHAN. To ask this very thing? SALADIN. Yes! NATHAN. Then our objects are at once fulfilled, And if I cannot send you all my store, The Templar is to blame for that. You know The man. I owe a heavy debt to him. SALADIN. The Templar! Surely, Nathan, with your gold You do not aid my direst foes? NATHAN. I speak Of him whose life was spared by Saladin. SALADIN. Of what do you remind me? I had quite Forgot the youth. Where is he? Know you him? NATHAN. Have you not heard, then, how your clemency Through him has flowed to me? How, at the risk Of the existence which your mercy gave, He saved my daughter from the raging flames? SALADIN. Ha! did he so? He looked like one that would! My brother, too--his image--would have done it. Is he still here? Bring him to me at once. I have so often spoken to my sister Of this same brother, whom she never knew, That I must let her see his counterfeit. Go, fetch him. How a single noble deed, Though but the offspring of the merest whim, Gives birth to other blessings! Bring him to me. NATHAN (_loosing_ Saladin's _hand_). I'll go--the other matter then is settled. (_Exit_.) SALADIN. I wish I had but let my sister listen. I'll go at once to her and tell it all. (_Exit on the opposite side_.) Scene VIII. _The Place of Palms in the neighbourhood of the Convent, where the_ Templar _awaits_ Nathan. TEMPLAR (_walking to and fro, in conflict with himself_.)