No, what I bought for her is elsewhere packed; 'Tis in another bale. But, come, away With all this rubbish. DAJA. Nathan, tempt me not, For were these things the very costliest In all the world, I'll touch not one of them Till you have sworn to seize a happy chance Which Heaven ne'er offers twice. NATHAN. What happy chance? What must I seize? DAJA. Nathan, feign not such ignorance. But, in one word--the Templar loves your Recha-- Give her to him, and then your sin, which I Can hide no longer, will for ever cease. The maid will then once more resume her place Amongst the Christians, will again become What she was born to, and what once she was; And you, whom we can never thank enough For all your goodness, will not then have heaped More burning coals of fire upon your head. NATHAN. Still harping on the same old string again, New tuned, but neither to accord nor hold. DAJA. How so? NATHAN. The Templar pleases me; 'tis true I'd rather he, than any one, had Recha. But patience. DAJA. Patience! and, say, is not that The string you always harp on? NATHAN. Still, have patience But for a few days longer. Ha! who comes? A friar! Go ask him what his errand is. DAJA (_going_). What can he want? NATHAN. Give--give before he begs. (Oh, that I knew how I could sound the Knight Without betraying what my motive is! For should I tell it, and my thoughts prove false, I shall have staked the father's rights in vain.) What is the matter? DAJA. He would speak with you. NATHAN. Let him approach. Leave us together, Daja. Scene VII. Nathan _and the_ Friar. NATHAN. (_Aside_. Gladly I would continue Recha's father! And can I not be so, though I may cease To bear the name? To her--at least to her-- I should be father still, if she but knew How willingly I bore that title once.) What can I do to serve you, pious brother? FRIAR. Not much; and yet it gives me pleasure, Nathan, To see at least that you are still so well. NATHAN. You know me, then, it seems? FRIAR.