SALADIN.
What art thou recalling?
I had forgot the youth, whence is he, knowest thou?
NATHAN.
Hast thou not heard then how thy clemency
To him has fallen on me. He at the risk
Of his new-spared existence, from the flames
Rescued my daughter.
SALADIN.
Ha! Has he done that;
He looked like one that would—my brother too,
Whom he’s so like, bad done it. Is he here still?
Bring him to me—I have so often talked
To Sittah of this brother, whom she knew not,
That I must let her see his counterfeit.
Go fetch him. How a single worthy action,
Though but of whim or passion born, gives rise
To other blessings! Fetch him.
NATHAN.
In an instant.
The rest remains as settled.
SALADIN.
O, I wish
I had let my sister listen. Well, I’ll to her.
How shall I make her privy to all this?