NATHAN.
Recha deserves it, and would see in him
No fairer form than he beheld in her,
RECHA.
Whom are you flattering, father—tell me now—
The angel, or yourself?
NATHAN.
Yet had a man,
A man of those whom Nature daily fashions,
Done you this service, he to you had seemed,
Had been an angel.
RECHA.
No, not such a one.
Indeed it was a true and real angel.
And have not you yourself instructed me
How possible it is there may be angels;
That God for those who love him can work miracles—
And I do love him, father—
NATHAN.
And he thee;
And both for thee, and all like thee, my child,
Works daily wonders, from eternity
Has wrought them for you.