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.