NATHAN.
And there he lies, without a friend, or money
To buy him friends—
RECHA.
Alas! my father.
NATHAN.
Lies
Without advice, attendance, converse, pity,
The prey of agony, of death—
RECHA.
Where—where?
NATHAN.
He, who, for one he never knew, or saw—
It is enough for him he is a man—
Plunged into fire.