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My turn? Thou dost become Like him incomprehensible to me.
DAYA.
Now you may give him back all that unrest He once occasioned. Be not too severe, Nor too vindictive.
RECHA.
Daya, what you mean You must know best.
DAYA.
And pray are you again So calm.
RECHA.
I am--yes that I am.
DAYA.
At least Own--that this restlessness has given you pleasure, And that you have to thank his want of ease For what of ease you now enjoy.
RECHA.
Of that I am unconscious. All I could confess Were, that it does seem strange unto myself, How, in this bosom, such a pleasing calm Can suddenly succeed to such a tossing.
DAYA.
His countenance, his speech, his manner, has By this the satiated thee.
RECHA.
Satiated, I will not say--not by a good deal yet.
DAYA.
But satisfied the more impatient craving.
RECHA.
Well, well, if you must have it so.
DAYA.
I? no.
RECHA.
To me he will be ever dear, will ever Remain more dear than my own life; altho'
My pulse no longer flutters at his name, My heart no longer, when I think about him, Beats stronger, swifter. What have I been prating?
Come, Daya, let us once more to the window Which overlooks the palms.
DAYA.
So that 'tis not Yet satisfied--the more impatient craving.
RECHA.
Now I shall see the palm-trees once again, Not him alone amid them.
DAYA.
This cold fit Is but the harbinger of other fevers.
RECHA.
Cold--cold--I am not cold; but I observe not Less willingly what I behold with calmness.
SCENE--An Audience Room in the Sultan's Palace.
SITTAH: SALADIN giving directions at the door.
SALADIN.
Here, introduce the Jew, whene'er he comes - He seems in no great haste.
SITTAH.
May be at first He was not in the way.
SALADIN.
Ah, sister, sister!
SITTAH.
You seem as if a combat were impending.
SALADIN.
With weapons that I have not learnt to wield.
Must I disguise myself? I use precautions?
I lay a snare? When, where gained I that knowledge?
And this, for what? To fish for money--money - For money from a Jew--and to such arts Must Saladin descend at last to come at The least of little things?
SITTAH.
Each little thing Despised too much finds methods of revenge.
