From this day forth, good woman,
Do me at least the favour not to know me:
I beg it of you; and don’t send the father.
A Jew’s a Jew, and I am rude and bearish.
The image of the maid is quite erased
Out of my soul—if it was ever there—
DAYA.
But yours remains with her.
TEMPLAR.
Why so—what then—
Wherefore give harbour to it?—
DAYA.
Who knows wherefore?
Men are not always what they seem to be.
TEMPLAR.
They’re seldom better than they seem to be.
DAYA.