He knows this? and yet—
If it were sure, I should—ah, Saladin!
How! and shall nature then have formed in me
A single feature in thy brother’s likeness,
With nothing in my soul to answer to it?
Or what does correspond shall I suppress
To please a patriarch? So thou dost not cheat us,
Nature—and so not contradict Thyself,
Kind God of all.—Go, brother, go away:
Do not stir up my anger.
FRIAR.
I withdraw
More gladly than I came. We cloister-folk
Are forced to vow obedience to superiors.
[Goes.
Templar and Daya.
DAYA.
The monk, methinks, left him in no good mood:
But I must risk my message.
TEMPLAR.
Better still
The proverb says that monks and women are
The devil’s clutches; and I’m tossed to-day
From one to th’ other.
DAYA.