Now he emerges from it.
He can’t but see you: hence—I ask it of you.
DAYA.
I know a window whence we yet may—
RECHA.
Ay.
[Goes in with Daya.
NATHAN.
I’m almost shy of this strange fellow, almost
Shrink back from his rough virtue. That one man
Should ever make another man feel awkward!
And yet—He’s coming—ha!—by God, the youth
Looks like a man. I love his daring eye,
His open gait. May be the shell is bitter;
But not the kernel surely. I have seen
Some such, methinks. Forgive me, noble Frank.
Nathan and Templar.
TEMPLAR.