The patriarch thinks—that’s mighty well—
God, and the order’s interest—
TEMPLAR
Alter nothing,
Command no villainies.
FRIAR
No, that indeed not;
But what is villainy in human eyes
May in the sight of God, the patriarch thinks,
Not be—
TEMPLAR
I owe my life to Saladin,
And might take his?
FRIAR
That—fie! But Saladin,
The patriarch thinks, is yet the common foe
Of Christendom, and cannot earn a right
To be your friend.
TEMPLAR
My friend—because I will not
Behave like an ungrateful scoundrel to him.
FRIAR
Yet gratitude, the patriarch thinks, is not
A debt before the eye of God or man,
Unless for our own sakes the benefit
Had been conferred; and, it has been reported,
The patriarch understands that Saladin
Preserved your life merely because your voice,
Your air, or features, raised a recollection
Of his lost brother.
TEMPLAR
He knows this? and yet—
If it were sure, I should—ah, Saladin!
How! and shall nature then have formed in me
A single feature in thy brother’s likeness,
With nothing in my soul to answer to it?
Or what does correspond shall I suppress
To please a patriarch? So thou dost not cheat us,
Nature—and so not contradict Thyself,
Kind God of all.—Go, brother, go away:
Do not stir up my anger.
FRIAR
I withdraw
More gladly than I came. We cloister-folk
Are forced to vow obedience to superiors.
[Goes.
Templar and Daya
DAYA
The monk, methinks, left him in no good mood:
But I must risk my message.
TEMPLAR
Better still
The proverb says that monks and women are
The devil’s clutches; and I’m tossed to-day
From one to th’ other.
DAYA
Whom do I behold?—
Thank God! I see you, noble knight, once more.
Where have you lurked this long, long space? You’ve not
Been ill?
TEMPLAR
No.
DAYA
Well, then?
TEMPLAR
Yes.
DAYA
We’ve all been anxious