And if she were
Could you expect to hear it from these lips?
NATHAN.
Why then alarm me? Recha! O my Recha!
DAJA.
Your Recha? Yours?
NATHAN.
And can it ever be
That I shall cease to call this child my own?
And if she were
Could you expect to hear it from these lips?
Why then alarm me? Recha! O my Recha!
Your Recha? Yours?
And can it ever be
That I shall cease to call this child my own?