Scene VIII.

Daja, Nathan.

NATHAN.

Well, both of you have something more at heart Than to know what the Sultan wants with me.

DAJA.

And you can hardly blame her for it, sir. You were beginning to converse with him More trustingly yourself, when suddenly The Sultan's message drove us from the window.

NATHAN.

Go tell her, Daja, she may soon expect A visit from the Templar.

DAJA.

What! indeed!

NATHAN.

I think I may rely upon you, Daja. Be on your guard, I beg, you'll not repent it. Your conscience shall at length be satisfied, But do not mar my plans. Inquire, explain, But with reserve, with fitting modesty.

DAJA.

No need for such advice. I go, I go. And you must follow; for, see, Hafi comes-- The Sultan sends a second messenger.