Thou dear young man!
TEMPLAR.
Not son?—I pray thee, Nathan,
Conjure thee by the strongest bonds of nature,
Prefer not those of later date, the weaker.—
Be it enough to thee to be a man!
Push me not from thee!
NATHAN.
Dearest, dearest friend!—
TEMPLAR.
Not son? Not son? Not even—even if
Thy daughter’s gratitude had in her bosom
Prepared the way for love—not even if
Both wait thy nod alone to be but one?—
You do not speak?
NATHAN.
Young knight, you have surprised me.
TEMPLAR.