NATHAN.
He—he, in death, has nothing to console him,
But the remembrance of this deed.
DAYA.
You kill her!
NATHAN.
And you kill him—or might have done at least—
Recha ’tis medicine I give, not poison.
He lives—come to thyself—may not be ill—
Not even ill—
RECHA.
Surely not dead, not dead.
NATHAN.
Dead surely not—for God rewards the good
Done here below, here too. Go; but remember
How easier far devout enthusiasm is
Than a good action; and how willingly
Our indolence takes up with pious rapture,
Tho’ at the time unconscious of its end,
Only to save the toil of useful deeds.