SALADIN.
Who says this of him?
TEMPLAR.
E’en the maid
With whom he frets me—with the hope of whom
He seemed to joy in paying me the service,
Which he would not allow me to do gratis—
This very maid is not his daughter—no,
She is a kidnapped Christian child.
SALADIN.
Whom he
Has, notwithstanding, to thy wish refused?
TEMPLAR (with vehemence).
Refused or not, I know him now. There lies
The prating tolerationist unmasked—
And I’ll halloo upon this Jewish wolf,
For all his philosophical sheep’s clothing,
Dogs that shall touze his hide.
SALADIN (earnestly).
Peace, Christian!