Nathan: Don't let him see you with me. Best go in.
[Exeunt Daya and Recha. Enter the Templar.
Forgive me, noble Frank.
Templar: Well, Jew; your will?
Nathan: I'm Nathan, father to the maid you saved.
In what can I be useful? I am rich. Command me.
Templar: Nay, your wealth is naught to me.
Yet, this, a coin or cloth for a new mantle,
When this is done. Don't quake; it's strong and good
To last awhile; but here it's singed with flame.
Nathan: This brand. Oh, I could kiss it! Would you send
This mantle to my daughter that her lips
May cling to this dear speck?
Templar: Remember, Jew,
My vows, my Order, and my Christian faith!
Nathan: All lands produce good men. Are we our nation's?
Were Jews and Christians such ere they were men?
And I have found in thee one more who stands
A man confest.
Templar: Nathan, thy hand; I blush
To have mistaken thee. We will be friends.
Hark you, the maid, your daughter, whom I saved,
Makes me forget that I am partly monk.
How say you; may I hope?