Nathan monologue (Act 2) — Nathan the Wise; a dramatic poem in five acts

“The searching eye will oft discover more Than it desires,” ’tis as he read my soul. That too may chance to me. ’Tis not alone Leonard’s walk, stature, but his very voice. Leonard so wore his head, was even wont Just so to brush his eyebrows with his hand, As if to mask the fire that fills his look. Those deeply graven images at times How they will slumber in us, seem forgotten, When all at once a word a tone, a gesture, Retraces all. Of Stauffen? Ay right—right— Filnek and Stauffen—I will soon know more— But first to Saladin—Ha, Daya there? Why on the watch? Come nearer. By this time, I’ll answer for’t, you’ve something more at heart Than to know what the sultan wants with me.