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--