’Tis singular that such an ugly spot
Bears better testimony to the man
Than his own mouth. This brand—Oh I could kiss it!
Your pardon—that I meant not.
TEMPLAR.
What?
NATHAN.
A tear
Fell on the spot.
TEMPLAR.
You’ll find up more such tears—
(This Jew methinks begins to work upon me).
NATHAN.
Would you send once this mantle to my daughter?
TEMPLAR.