SALADIN: In a good hour. Blushing becomes the fair. But see, our Nathan's coming, with another. Canst guess, sweet girl? Ay, when he comes, blush crimson. [_Enter_ NATHAN _and the_ TEMPLAR. Come, stickle not for niceties with him. Make him thy offer, doing for him more, Far more, than he for thee, for what was that But make himself a little sooty. Come! [_Seeks to lead her to the_ TEMPLAR. NATHAN _(solemnly)_: Hold, Saladin; hold, Sittah! There's another Whom I must speak with first--the maiden's brother. TEMPLAR _(bitterly)_: He has imposed a father on her, now He'll shark her up a brother! Where's the man? NATHAN: Patience sir. SALADIN: Christian, such words as yours had never passed My Assad's lips. NATHAN: Forgive him, Saladin. Oh! Christian, you have hid from me your name. Conrade of Stauffen is no name of yours, But Guy of Filnek--mark. I tax you not With falsehood; for your mother was a Stauffen. Her brother's name was Conrade. He perchance Adopted you? TEMPLAR: Even so the matter stands. NATHAN: Your father was my friend. He called himself Leonard of Filnek, but no German he. He had espoused a German. TEMPLAR: Ah! no more, I beg, but tell me who is Recha's brother. NATHAN: Thou art the man! TEMPLAR: What, I? I Recha's brother? RECHA: My brother--he? SITTAH: So near akin-- RECHA (_offering to embrace him_): My brother! TEMPLAR: (_withdrawing_): Brother to her! RECHA (_to_ NATHAN): It cannot be. His heart Knows nothing of it. SALADIN: What! not acknowledge A sister such as she? Go! TEMPLAR: Saladin! Mistake not my amazement. Thy Assad At such a moment, had done likewise. Oh, Nathan, you have taken, you have given-- Yes, infinitely more--my sister--sister! [_Embraces_ RECHA. NATHAN: Blanda of Filnek! Guy! My children both! SITTAH: Oh! I am deeply moved. SALADIN: And I half tremble At thought of the emotion still to be. Nathan, you say her father was no German. What was he, then? NATHAN: He never told me that. But ah! he loved the Persian speech and owned He was no Frank. SALADIN: The Persian! Need I more? Twas my Assad! NATHAN: Look in this book! SALADIN: Ay! 'tis his hand, even his. Oh, Sittah, Sittah, they're my brother's children. [_He rushes to embrace them_. SITTAH _also embraces the pair_. Now, now, proud boy, thou canst not choose but love me. (_To_ RECHA) And I to thee am all I sought to be, With or without thy leave. TEMPLAR: I of thy blood? Then all the tales I heard In infancy were more than idle dreams.