I'll pay you for it with its weight in gold.

And with a thousand thanks besides. Go! run!

FRIAR.

I go--but what he wrote is Arabic. (Exit)

NATHAN.

No matter, fetch it. What, if from this book

I can find means to keep this precious girl,

And win, to boot, a son-in-law like him!

I hardly hope--fate must decide. But who

Has told the Patriarch this? I must not fail