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