RECHA.
Else she’d walk quicker.
NATHAN.
She may not have seen us.
RECHA.
There, now she sees us.
NATHAN.
And her speed redoubles,
Be calm, my Recha.
RECHA.
Would you have your daughter
Be cool and unconcerned who ’twas that saved her,
Heed not to whom is due the life she prizes
Chiefly because she owed it first to thee?