The Dramatic Works of G. E. Lessing: Miss Sara Sampson, Philotas, Emilia Galotti, Nathan the WiseLessing, Gotthold Ephraim
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The Dramatic Works of G. E. Lessing: Miss Sara Sampson, Philotas, Emilia Galotti, Nathan the Wise
Lessing, Gotthold Ephraim
German drama -- Translations into English
None! Then I'm much deceived. What we don't fear
To lose, we ne'er have loved, and ne'er have wished
To be possessed of. But 'tis well, 'tis well!
Nathan, this changes all! At your command,
We come here, Sultan. You have been misled
By me, and I will trouble you no more!
SALADIN.
Rash, headlong youth! Must every temper yield
To yours!--and must we all thus guess your mind?
TEMPLAR.
But, Sultan, you have heard and seen it all.
SALADIN.
Well, truly, it was awkward to be thus
Uncertain of your cause!
TEMPLAR.
I know my fate.
SALADIN.
Whoe'er presumes upon a service done,
Cancels the benefit. What you have saved
Is, therefore, not your own. Or else the thief,
Urged by mere avarice through flaming halls,
Were like yourself a hero. (_Advancing towards_ Recha _to
lead her to the_ Templar.) Come, sweet maid!
Be not reserved towards him. Had he been so,
Were he less warm, less proud, he had held back,
And had not saved you. Weigh the former deed
Against the latter, and you'll make him blush!
Do what he should have done! confess your love!
Make him your offer! and if he refuse,
Or e'er forget how infinitely more
You do for him than he has done for you--
For what, in fact, have been his services,
Save soiling his complexion? a mere sport--
Else has he nothing of my Assad in him,
But only wears his mask. Come, lovely maid.
SITTAH.
Go, dearest, go! this step is not enough
For gratitude; it is too little.
NATHAN.
Hold!
Hold, Saladin! hold, Sittah!
SALADIN.
What would you?
NATHAN.
It is the duty of another now
To speak.
SALADIN.
Who questions that? Beyond all doubt
A foster--father has a right to vote
First, if you will. You see I know the whole.
NATHAN.
Not quite. I speak not, Sultan, of myself.
There is another and a different man
Whom I must first confer with, Saladin.
SALADIN.
And who is he?
NATHAN.
Her brother.
SALADIN.
Recha's brother?
NATHAN.
E'en so.
RECHA.
My brother! Have I then a brother?
TEMPLAR (_starting from his silent and sullen inattention_).
Where is this brother? Not yet here! 'Twas here
I was to meet him.
NATHAN.
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