(Alone.) Hem! Hem! "Tis strange
What's come to me. What will the Sultan have?
I was prepared for gold, and he requires
Truth Truth! Aye, Aye, and the truth so bright so ready As if 'twere cash. Aye, were it only cash
Of ancient days, weighed out, and proved by balance,
Then it might pass! But cash like that we have,
That has its value from the impress of it, That may be counted only,-'tis not that! May truth be swept into the brain, like cash Into a bag. Who is the Jew to day?
I or the Sultan? Then suppose he did not Demand the truth in truth? And yet and yet, It were too little to suspect that he
Well told! I did not promise that.
So proudly modest! Čome, thy tale, thy tale.
NATHAN. Long ages past, there lived a man in Ind, That did possess a ring of priceless worth By a loved hand bestowed. The jewel was
An Opal, that a hundred beauteous colours Shot forth, and had the secret power, him To render pleasant in God's sight, and man's Who wore it in this confidence. What wonder, That hence this man of Ind. from finger ne'er The ring put off, and on a plan resolved him The jewel ever in his house to guard.
This was his trick. He did bequeath the ring
To the most loved of all his sons; and then
This most loved, without respect of birth,
By the sole virtue of the ring he wore
Should be the house's chief and head. Conceive me.
SALADIN. I do conceive thee: on!
Thus, then, the ring, From son to son descending, came, at last, Unto the father of three sons, of whom All three with equal faithfulness obeyed him, All three of whom he could not choose but love With like affection. Tho', from time to time, Now this one, and now that, and now the third, As each did chance to be alone with him, And his out-pouring heart the other twain Divided not-appeared the worthiest
To own the ring; which hence, with loving weakness, He did to each, as each was present, promise. Thus things went on while they went on. Death was at hand, and the good father felt His sore embarrassment. It grieved him, two, From out his sons, that trusted on his word, To wound so deeply. What was to be done? He sends in secret for a cunning artist And bids him, after pattern of his ring, Two other rings to chase, and neither cost Nor labour spare, to make the other two The first resemble, to the veriest shade.
The artist's skill succeeds. And when brought home The father's eye itself can not pick out
His pattern ring. Relieved and glad he bids His sons be summoned, each one by himself, And gives to each his blessing, and his ring, And so he dieth. Thou dost hear me, Sultan.
For what succeeded needs no words to tell.
Scarce is the father dead; each son stands forth, Displays his ring and grounds his claim thereon
To be the chief. Examinations, quarrels,
And accusations follow. All in vain.
The true ring could not be identified.
(After a pause, during which he seems to await the Sultan's reply.) 'Twas 'most as hard to be identified
As is to us the true belief.
Must be the answer to my question,
At least excuse me, if I do not dare To separate the rings the father made With the intent to be inseparable.
SALA DIN. The rings! No jesting, Jew! I had believed That the religions I had named to thee Were readily, most readily distinguished,
Down to the clothing-down to meat and drink.
And only by the grounds they rest on! Not so. For grounds not each itself on history? Written or handed down. And must we not Take history on credit, as a thing
Of faith in truthfulness? Is it no so?
Well, then, whose credit are we least inclined
To call in question. Is it not our friends?
Their's, of whose blood we are their's who from childhood Have given us proofs of their attachment, who
Have ne'er deceived us, save where it was wholesome.
How can I trust my fathers less than thou
Dost trust thine own. Or, the converse,-this:
How can I ask of thee that thou shouldst hold
Thy fathers sires not to contradict
What mine asssert. Or the converse of this: The same will hold for Christians. Is it not so ?
Aye, by the Living One! The man is right. I cannot answer.
NATHAN. Let us to our rings
Once more. As I have hinted, the three sons Accused each other to the judge, and swore That each obtained the ring from his own father, As was indeed the case! Obtained it, too, After a promise given, a long time past,
That he, the son who spoke, should once enjoy The privilege of the ring-as was the case.
The father, each asserted never would
Have been so treacherous towards him; e'er that he
Would suspect this of such a dear, kind father
He must, though willing to believe the best, Of his two brothers, hold them guilty both
Of most foul play; and he would soon find means To lay the traitors bare, and be revenged.
Well? and the judge? O? how I long to hear What words thou'lt put into the judge's mouth.
The judge said : If I cannot bid your father Appear before me, I must e'en dismiss you. Think ye that I sit here to unpuzzle riddles ? Or do ye wait till the ring opes its mouth? Yet stay. I'm told the true ring doth possess The magic power to make its owner loved, Pleasant to God and man. That must decide, For the false rings will surely not possess This mighty power. Well. Which of you three Is by the other two most loved. Speak! Dumb? Do the rings work upon their owners merely, And not on others? Does each love himself
Himself alone, the most. O then are ye all three Deceived deceivers ! and your rings all three Not genuine. The genuine may be lost, And to conceal or to replace that loss
Your father made three rings instead of one. Excellent.
"Therefore”—thus the judge continued, "If you'll not take my counsel for my sentence, Go hence. But this my council is-Receive The matter as it is. If each of you
Obtained his ring from his own father's hands Let each of you believe his ring the true one. Perhaps your father would no longer suffer The lordship of the ring within his house. 'Tis certain that he loved you all three, And loved you equally, since he'd not press On two to raise the third. So let it be, Let each one show his zeal to emulate Your sire's unbribed, unprejudiced affection ; Let eace, in generous strife with one another, Endeavour to display the magic power That dwells within his ring, and to assist With gentleness of spirit, heart-felt concord, Well-doing, giving of himself to God: And if the power of the jewel then
Do in your children's children show itself, I summon you before this judgment seat Once more in ages yet unreckoned; then
A wiser man than I will sit upon it
And give his sentence. Go." Thus and thus spake The modest judge.
If thou believest thyself to be this man This wiser judge that should appear,
SALADIN (moves quickly towards him and seixes his hand. )
I! Worm!
Dust! nought! O heaven!
What ails thee, noble Sultan?
Nathan dear Nathan! The ages yet unreckoned That thy judge spoke of, have not come about, His judgment seat is not the one I own.
Go! go! but be my friend.
All-hallow'd Milton! though thine earthly eyes Were dark as is the unillumined night :
Yet thy rapt fancy spirit soar'd beyond the skies, Undazzled, e'en by Heaven's all-radiant light : No earthly objects could impede thy flight; For unto thee were given visions fair
Of man, fresh from his Maker, ere the blight Of Sin had fallen on the happy pair Who dwelt in Eden, God's especial care.
Thou lived in troubled times, immortal bard!
In times when there was need of such as thee
And we rejoice to know thou labour'd hard
For thine own "mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty,"
And now hast gain'd of Fame "exceeding great reward."
TO JOHN CRITCHLEY PRINCE.
Author of "Hours with the Muses."
Hail! prince of modern poets! thou whose song So oft hath charm'd me in dull sorrow's hour: To grasp thy honest hand I oftimes long; For few like thee have gain'd the magic power Of charming heart and mind; it is a dower Which Nature only on a few bestows, For fear that she the honour due should lose Which from her sons she claims. For poets are Nature's first fav'rites; and their only care Is for their mother, knowing well that she Is no cross step-dame, but a parent kind,
For ever stirring to endow mankind
With peace, and love, and health, and liberty, Whose pioneers are poets such as thee.
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