Perhaps. But I must prove myself your friend And tell you all. Confess how happened it That you so suddenly took leave of us, And that with Nathan you will not return? Has Recha, then, made no impression on you, Or made too deep a one, perchance? Oh yes! Too deep--too deep! You are a hapless bird Whose fluttering wing the fatal twig has limed, Confess it, plainly, with a word, you love-- Love her to madness, and I'll tell you then---- TEMPLAR. To madness? Ah! you understand it well. DAJA. Well, grant the love, the madness I'll resign. TEMPLAR. Because, of course, there is no doubt of it. A Templar love a Jewess!---- DAJA. Why, it seems Absurd. But often there's more fitness in Some things than we can readily discern; And 'twould not be the first time that our Lord Had drawn us to Him by a secret path Which we had ne'er discovered of ourselves. TEMPLAR. Solemnly spoken I (and if for our Lord I substituted Providence, 'twere true). You make me curious, far beyond my wont. DAJA. This is the land of miracles! TEMPLAR. Ay, true, Of miracles! Can it be otherwise, When all the world flocks hither? Dearest Daja, You have your wish; so take it as confessed That I do love her, nor can comprehend How I can live without her. DAJA. Can this be? Then swear, Sir Knight, to make her yours--to save Her here on earth--to save her there for ever. TEMPLAR. How can I this? How can I swear to do What stands not in my power. DAJA. 'Tis in your power! One single word brings it within your power. TEMPLAR. But will her father smile upon my suit? DAJA. Her father, truly! He shall be compelled. TEMPLAR. Compell'd! What, has he fallen among thieves? Compell'd! DAJA. Then hear me. Nathan will consent: He must consent. TEMPLAR. Consent! and must! Oh, Daja! I have already tried to touch that chord; It vibrates not responsive. DAJA. What! reject you? TEMPLAR. He answered me in such discordant tone That I was hurt. DAJA.