Friar monologue (Act 4) — Nathan the Wise; a dramatic poem in five acts

Yes, trust me, Nathan, This is my way of thinking—if the good That I propose to do is somehow twined With mischief, then I let the good alone; For we know pretty well what mischief is, But not what’s for the best. ’Twas natural If you meant to bring up the Christian child Right well, that you should rear it as your own; And to have done this lovingly and truly, For such a recompense—were horrible. It might have been more prudent to have had it Brought up at second hand by some good Christian In her own faith. But your friend’s orphan child You would not then have loved. Children need love, Were it the mute affection of a brute, More at that age than Christianity. There’s always time enough for that—and if The maid have but grown up before your eyes With a sound frame and pious—she remains Still in her maker’s eye the same. For is not Christianity all built on Judaism? Oh, it has often vexed me, cost me tears, That Christians will forget so often that Our Saviour was a Jew.