NATHAN.
'Tis possible, and yet I know not how.
TEMPLAR.
It matters not; she must, in either case,
First learn from me what fate is threat'ning her.
My purpose not to speak with her again,
And ne'er to see her more, till I should call
Your Recha mine, is gone. I take my leave.
NATHAN.
Nay, whither would you go?