HKB
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.