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ACT I
Scene.—A Place of Palms
ОглавлениеThe Templar walking to and fro, a Friar following him at some distance, as if desirous of addressing him.
TEMPLAR
This fellow does not follow me for pastime.
How skaunt he eyes his hands! Well, my good brother—
Perhaps I should say, father; ought I not?
FRIAR
No—brother—a lay-brother at your service.
TEMPLAR
Well, brother, then; if I myself had something—
But—but, by God, I’ve nothing.
FRIAR
Thanks the same;
And God reward your purpose thousand-fold!
The will, and not the deed, makes up the giver.
Nor was I sent to follow you for alms—
TEMPLAR
Sent then?
FRIAR
Yes, from the monastery.
TEMPLAR
Where
I was just now in hopes of coming in
For pilgrims’ fare.
FRIAR
They were already at table:
But if it suit with you to turn directly—
TEMPLAR
Why so? ’Tis true, I have not tasted meat
This long time. What of that? The dates are ripe.
FRIAR
O with that fruit go cautiously to work.
Too much of it is hurtful, sours the humours,
Makes the blood melancholy.
TEMPLAR
And if I
Choose to be melancholy—For this warning
You were not sent to follow me, I ween.
FRIAR
Oh, no: I only was to ask about you,
And feel your pulse a little.
TEMPLAR
And you tell me
Of that yourself?
FRIAR
Why not?
TEMPLAR
A deep one! troth:
And has your cloister more such?
FRIAR
I can’t say.
Obedience is our bounden duty.
TEMPLAR
So—
And you obey without much scrupulous questioning?
FRIAR
Were it obedience else, good sir?
TEMPLAR
How is it
The simple mind is ever in the right?
May you inform me who it is that wishes
To know more of me? ’Tis not you yourself,
I dare be sworn.
FRIAR
Would it become me, sir,
Or benefit me?
TEMPLAR
Whom can it become,
Whom can it benefit, to be so curious?
FRIAR
The patriarch, I presume—’twas he that sent me.
TEMPLAR
The patriarch? Knows he not my badge, the cross
Of red on the white mantle?
FRIAR
Can I say?
TEMPLAR
Well, brother, well! I am a templar, taken
Prisoner at Tebnin, whose exalted fortress,
Just as the truce expired, we sought to climb,
In order to push forward next to Sidon.
I was the twentieth captive, but the only
Pardoned by Saladin—with this, the patriarch
Knows all, or more than his occasions ask.
FRIAR
And yet no more than he already knows,
I think. But why alone of all the captives
Thou hast been spared, he fain would learn—
TEMPLAR
Can I
Myself tell that? Already, with bare neck,
I kneeled upon my mantle, and awaited
The blow—when Saladin with steadfast eye
Fixed me, sprang nearer to me, made a sign—
I was upraised, unbound, about to thank him—
And saw his eye in tears. Both stand in silence.
He goes. I stay. How all this hangs together,
Thy patriarch may unriddle.
FRIAR
He concludes,
That God preserved you for some mighty deed.
TEMPLAR
Some mighty deed? To save out of the fire
A Jewish girl—to usher curious pilgrims
About Mount Sinai—to—
FRIAR
The time may come—
And this is no such trifle—but perhaps
The patriarch meditates a weightier office.
TEMPLAR
Think you so, brother? Has he hinted aught?
FRIAR
Why, yes; I was to sift you out a little,
And hear if you were one to—
TEMPLAR
Well—to what?
I’m curious to observe how this man sifts.
FRIAR
The shortest way will be to tell you plainly
What are the patriarch’s wishes.
TEMPLAR
And they are—
FRIAR
To send a letter by your hand.
TEMPLAR
By me?
I am no carrier. And were that an office
More meritorious than to save from burning
A Jewish maid?
FRIAR
So it should seem; must seem—
For, says the patriarch, to all Christendom
This letter is of import; and to bear it
Safe to its destination, says the patriarch,
God will reward with a peculiar crown
In heaven; and of this crown, the patriarch says,
No one is worthier than you—
TEMPLAR
Than I?
FRIAR
For none so able, and so fit to earn
This crown, the patriarch says, as you.
TEMPLAR
As I?
FRIAR
The patriarch here is free, can look about him,
And knows, he says, how cities may be stormed,
And how defended; knows, he says, the strengths
And weaknesses of Saladin’s new bulwark,
And of the inner rampart last thrown up;
And to the warriors of the Lord, he says,
Could clearly point them out;—
TEMPLAR
And can I know
Exactly the contents of this same letter?
FRIAR
Why, that I don’t pretend to vouch exactly—
’Tis to King Philip: and our patriarch—
I often wonder how this holy man,
Who lives so wholly to his God and heaven,
Can stoop to be so well informed about
Whatever passes here—’Tis a hard task!
TEMPLAR
Well—and your patriarch—
FRIAR
Knows, with great precision,
And from sure hands, how, when, and with what force,
And in which quarter, Saladin, in case
The war breaks out afresh, will take the field.
TEMPLAR
He knows that?
FRIAR
Yes; and would acquaint King Philip,
That he may better calculate, if really
The danger be so great as to require
Him to renew at all events the truce
So bravely broken by your body.
TEMPLAR
So?
This is a patriarch indeed! He wants
No common messenger; he wants a spy.
Go tell your patriarch, brother, I am not,
As far as you can sift, the man to suit him.
I still esteem myself a prisoner, and
A templar’s only calling is to fight,
And not to ferret out intelligence.
FRIAR
That’s much as I supposed, and, to speak plainly,
Not to be blamed. The best is yet behind.
The patriarch has made out the very fortress,
Its name, and strength, and site on Libanon,
Wherein the mighty sums are now concealed,
With which the prudent father of the sultan
Provides the cost of war, and pays the army.
He knows that Saladin, from time to time,
Goes to this fortress, through by-ways and passe
With few attendants.
TEMPLAR
Well—
FRIAR
How easy ’twere
To seize his person in these expeditions,
And make an end of all! You shudder, sir—
Two Maronites, who fear the Lord, have offer
To share the danger of the enterprise,
Under a proper leader.
TEMPLAR
And the patriarch
Had cast his eye on me for this brave office?
FRIAR
He thinks King Philip might from Ptolemais
Best second such a deed.
TEMPLAR
On me? on me?
Have you not heard then, just now heard, the favour
Which I received from Saladin?
FRIAR
Oh, yes!
TEMPLAR
And yet?
FRIAR
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
Lest something ailed you.
TEMPLAR
So?
DAYA
Have you been journeying?
TEMPLAR
Hit off!
DAYA
How long returned?
TEMPLAR
Since yesterday.
DAYA
Our Recha’s father too is just returned,
And now may Recha hope at last—
TEMPLAR
For what?
DAYA
For what she often has requested of you.
Her father pressingly invites your visit.
He now arrives from Babylon, with twenty
High-laden camels, brings the curious drugs,
And precious stones, and stuffs, he has collected
From Syria, Persia, India, even China.
TEMPLAR
I am no chap.
DAYA
His nation honours him,
As if he were a prince, and yet to hear him
Called the wise Nathan by them, not the rich,
Has often made me wonder.
TEMPLAR
To his nation
Are rich and wise perhaps of equal import.
DAYA
But above all he should be called the good.
You can’t imagine how much goodness dwells
Within him. Since he has been told the service
You rendered to his Recha, there is nothing
That he would grudge you.
TEMPLAR
Aye?
DAYA
Do—see him, try him.
TEMPLAR
A burst of feeling soon is at an end.
DAYA
And do you think that I, were he less kind,
Less bountiful, had housed with him so long:
That I don’t feel my value as a Christian:
For ’twas not o’er my cradle said, or sung,
That I to Palestina should pursue
My husband’s steps, only to educate
A Jewess. My husband was a noble page
In Emperor Frederic’s army.
TEMPLAR
And by birth
A Switzer, who obtained the gracious honour
Of drowning in one river with his master.
Woman, how often you have told me this!
Will you ne’er leave off persecuting me?
DAYA
My Jesus! persecute—
TEMPLAR
Aye, persecute.
Observe then, I henceforward will not see,
Not hear you, nor be minded of a deed
Over and over, which I did unthinking,
And which, when thought about, I wonder at.
I wish not to repent it; but, remember,
Should the like accident occur again,
’Twill be your fault if I proceed more coolly,
Ask a few questions, and let burn what’s burning.
DAYA
My God forbid!
TEMPLAR
From this day forth, good woman,
Do me at least the favour not to know me:
I beg it of you; and don’t send the father.
A Jew’s a Jew, and I am rude and bearish.
The image of the maid is quite erased
Out of my soul—if it was ever there—
DAYA
But yours remains with her.
TEMPLAR
Why so—what then—
Wherefore give harbour to it?—
DAYA
Who knows wherefore?
Men are not always what they seem to be.
TEMPLAR
They’re seldom better than they seem to be.
DAYA
Ben’t in this hurry.
TEMPLAR
Pray, forbear to make
These palm-trees odious. I have loved to walk here.
DAYA
Farewell then, bear. Yet I must track the savage.