Scene VII.

Saladin, Sittah, and Recha.

SALADIN.

What is the matter, Sittah?

SITTAH.

She has swooned.

SALADIN.

Who is she?

SITTAH.

Don't you know?

SALADIN.

'Tis Nathan's child.

What ails her?

SITTAH.

Look up, Recha! 'tis the Sultan.

RECHA (crawling to Saladin's feet).

No, I'll not rise--not rise nor even look

Upon the Sultan's countenance, nor wonder

At the bright lustre of unchanging truth

And goodness on his brow and in his eye,

Before----

SITTAH.

Rise, rise!

RECHA.

Before he promises----

SALADIN.

Come, come! I promise, whatsoe'er your prayer.

RECHA.

'Tis only this--to leave my father to me,

And me to him. As yet I cannot tell

Who seeks to be my father: who it is

Can harbour such a wish I'll ne'er inquire.

Does blood alone make fathers--blood alone?

SITTAH.

Who can have been so cruel as to raise

This dire suspicion in my Recha's breast?

Say, is it proved? beyond all doubt made clear?

RECHA.

'Tis proved, for Daja had it from my nurse,

Whose dying lips entrusted it to her.

SALADIN.

Dying! she raved. And even were it true,

A father is not made by blood alone;

Scarcely the father of a savage beast--

Blood only gives the right to earn the name.

Then fear no more, but hear me. If there be

Two fathers who contend for thee, leave both,

And claim a third! O! take me for your father!

SITTAH.

Oh, do so, Recha, do so!

SALADIN.

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!