Of passion--in the whirl of doubt----Forgive me.
I fear you will no longer find in me
One feature of your Assad.
SALADIN.
Yes, that fear
Is like him. But, methinks, I know full well
The weaknesses from which our virtues spring:
Attend to these--the former cannot hurt.
But go, seek Nathan, as he sought for you,
And bring him hither. Be but reconciled.