RECHA.
And when at last he vanished—
NATHAN.
Vanished? How vanished? Underneath the palms
Escaped your view, and has returned no more.
Or have you really sought for him elsewhere?
DAYA.
No, that indeed we’ve not.
NATHAN.
Not, Daya, not?
See it does harm, hard-hearted, cold enthusiasts,
What if this angel on a bed of illness—
RECHA.
Illness?