Daya: This morn of you she dreamed;
Her thoughts have only been with you and him
Who saved her from the fire.
Nathan: Ah, who is he?
Daya: A young knight Templar lately captive ta'en,
But pardoned by the sultan. He it was
Who burst through flame and smoke; and she believes
Him but a transient inmate of the earth—
A guardian angel! Stay, your daughter comes!
[Enter Recha.
Recha: My very father's self! Oh, how I feared
Perils of flood for thee, until the fire
Came nigh me. Now, I think it must be balm
To die by water! But you are not drowned:
I am not burned! We'll praise the God Who bade
My angel visibly on his white wing
Athwart the roaring flame——
Nathan (aside): White wing? Oh, ay.
The broad white fluttering mantle of the Templar.
Recha: Yes, visibly he bore me through the fire
O'ershadowed by his pinions—face to face
I've seen an angel, father, my own angel!
Nathan: A man had seemed an angel in such case!
Recha: He was no real knight; no captive Templar
Appears alive in wide Jerusalem.