God!
NATHAN.
Saladin,
Feel’st thou thyself this wiser, promised man?
SALADIN.
I dust, I nothing, God!
[Precipitates himself upon Nathan, and takes hold of his hand, which he does not quit the remainder of the scene.
NATHAN.
What moves thee, Sultan?
SALADIN.
Nathan, my dearest Nathan, ’tis not yet
The judge’s thousand thousand years are past,
His judgment-seat’s not mine. Go, go, but love me.