Mine—is’t for me and not for Recha? NATHAN. What I brought for Recha is in another bale. Come, clear it off: away with all your rubbish. DAYA. You tempter—No—Were they the precious things Of the whole universe, I will not touch them Until you promise me to seize upon Such an occasion as heaven gives not twice. NATHAN. Seize upon what occasion? For what end? DAYA. There, do not act so strange. You must perceive The templar loves your Recha—Give her to him; Then will your sin, which I can hide no longer, Be at an end. The maid will come once more Among the Christians, will be once again What she was born to, will be what she was; And you, by all the benefits, for which We cannot thank you enough, will not have heaped More coals of fire upon your head. NATHAN. Again Harping on the old string, new tuned indeed, But so as neither to accord nor hold. DAYA. How so? NATHAN. The templar pleases me indeed, I’d rather he than any one had Recha; But—do have patience. DAYA. Patience—and is that Not the old string you harp on? NATHAN. Patience, patience, For a few days—no more. Ha! who comes here? A friar—ask what he wants. DAYA (_going_). What can he want? NATHAN. Give, give before he begs. O could I tell How to come at the templar, not betraying The motive of my curiosity— For if I tell it, and if my suspicion Be groundless, I have staked the father idly. What is the matter? DAYA (_returning_). He must speak to you. NATHAN. Then let him come to me. Go you meanwhile. [_Daya goes_. How gladly would I still remain my Recha’s Father. And can I not remain so, though I cease to wear the name. To her, to her I still shall wear it, when she once perceives [_Friar enters_. How willingly I were so. Pious brother, What can be done to serve you? NATHAN _and_ FRIAR. FRIAR. O not much; And yet I do rejoice to see you yet So well. NATHAN. You know me then— FRIAR. Who knows you not? You have impressed your name in many a hand, And it has been in mine these many years. NATHAN (_feeling for his purse_). Here, brother, I’ll refresh it.