I will be A good, kind father to you. But, in truth A better thought occurs. Why should you need Two fathers? They are mortal, and must die. 'Twere better, Recha, to look out betimes For one to start with you on equal terms, And stake his life for thine. You understand? SITTAH. You make her blush! SALADIN. Why that was half my scheme. Blushing becomes plain features, and will make A beauteous cheek more beauteous. My commands Are giv'n to bring your father, Nathan, here. Another comes as well. You'll guess his name? Hither they come! Will you allow it, Sittah? SITTAH. Brother! SALADIN. And when he comes, maid, you must blush To crimson. RECHA. Sittah! wherefore should I blush? SALADIN. You young dissembler, you will else grow pale! But as thou wilt and canst. (_A female slave enters, and approaches_ Sittah.) What, here so soon? SITTAH. Well, let them enter. Brother, here they are! Scene VIII. Nathan, _the_ Templar, _and the others_. SALADIN. Welcome, my dear good friends! Nathan, to you I must first mention, you may send and fetch Your moneys when you will. NATHAN. Sultan---- SALADIN. And now I'm at your service. NATHAN. Sultan---- SALADIN. For my gold Is now arrived; the caravan is safe: These many years I have not been so rich. Now, tell me what you wish for, to achieve Some splendid speculation? You in trade, Like us, have never too much ready cash. NATHAN. Why speak about this trifle first? I see An eye in tears (_going towards_ Recha). My Recha, you have wept. What have you lost? Are you not still my child? RECHA. My father! NATHAN. That's enough! We're understood By one another! But look up--be calm, Be cheerful! If your heart is still your own, And if no threatened loss disturb your breast, Your father is not lost to you! RECHA. None, none! TEMPLAR.