SALADIN.

Assad certainly, my brother Assad.

NATHAN.

If thou thyself perceive it, be assured; Look in this book--[Gives the breviary.

SALADIN (eagerly looking.)

O 'tis his hand, his hand, I recollect it well.

NATHAN.

They know it not; It rests with thee what they shall learn of this.

SALADIN (turning over the breviary.)

I not acknowledge my own brother's children, Not own my nephew--not my children--I Leave them to thee? Yes, Sittah, it is they, [Aloud. They are my brother's and thy brother's children. [Rushes to embrace them.

SITTAH.

What do I hear? Could it be otherwise? [The like.

SALADIN (to the templar).

Now, proud boy, thou shalt love me, thou must love me,

[To Recha.

And I am, what I offered to become, With or without thy leave.

SITTAH.

I too--I too.

SALADIN (to the templar.)

My son--my Assad--my lost Assad's son.

TEMPLAR.

I of thy blood--then those were more than dreams With which they used to lull my infancy - Much more.

[Falls at the Sultan's feet.

SALADIN (raising him.)

Now mark his malice. Something of it He knew, yet would have let me butcher him - Boy, boy!

[During the silent continuance of reciprocal embraces the curtain falls.]