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.
FRIAR.
Thank you, thank you—
From poorer men I’d steal—but nothing now!
Only allow me to refresh my name
In your remembrance; for I too may boast
To have of old put something in your hand
Not to be scorned.