Grant me the love, and I’ll give up the madness.
TEMPLAR.
Because that must be understood of course—
A templar love a Jewess—
DAYA.
Seems absurd,
But often there’s more fitness in a thing
Than we at once discern; nor were this time
The first, when through an unexpected path
The Saviour drew his children on to him
Across the tangled maze of human life.
TEMPLAR.
So solemn that—(and yet if in the stead
Of Saviour, I were to say Providence,
It would sound true) you make me curious, Daya,
Which I’m unwont to be.
DAYA.
This is the place
For miracles
TEMPLAR.