And force this better God on all the world,

Shown itself more, or in a blacker form,

Than here, and now? Who here, who now retains

The blinding scales upon his eyes--and yet

Let him be blind who will!--forget my words,

And leave me (is going).

NATHAN.

Templar! you but little know

How closer henceforth I shall cling to you.

We must, we must be friends. Despise my people--