Not very long; my going was indeed
Too much delayed. Troth, Conrade, this man’s fame
Outstrips him not. His fame is but his shadow.
But before all I have to tell you—
TEMPLAR.
What?
NATHAN.
That he would speak with you, and that directly.
First to my house, where I would give some orders,
Then we’ll together to the sultan.
TEMPLAR.
Nathan,
I enter not thy doors again before—
NATHAN.
Then you’ve been there this while—have spoken with her.
How do you like my Recha?
TEMPLAR.