Saladin: And I half tremble
At thought of the emotion still to be.
Nathan, you say her father was no German.
What was he, then?
Nathan: He never told me that.
But ah! he loved the Persian speech and owned
He was no Frank.
Saladin: The Persian! Need I more? Twas my Assad!
Nathan: Look in this book!
Saladin: Ay! 'tis his hand, even his.
Oh, Sittah, Sittah, they're my brother's children.
[He rushes to embrace them. Sittah also embraces the pair.
Now, now, proud boy, thou canst not choose but love me.
(To Recha) And I to thee am all I sought to be,
With or without thy leave.
Templar: I of thy blood? Then all the tales I heard
In infancy were more than idle dreams.
[Falls at Saladin's feet.
Saladin (raising him): There's malice for you!
Knew it all the time,
And yet he would have let me murder him.
Boy, boy! [They embrace in silence.