As she lay
This morning sleeping, all at once she started
And cried: “list, list! there come my father’s camels!”
And then she drooped again upon her pillow
And I withdrew—when, lo! you really came.
Her thoughts have only been with you—and him.
NATHAN.
And him? What him?
DAYA.
With him, who from the fire
Preserved her life,
NATHAN.
Who was it? Where is he,
That saved my Recha for me?
DAYA.
A young templar,
Brought hither captive a few days ago,
And pardoned by the Sultan.
NATHAN.