NATHAN.

Why then alarm me?--Recha, O my Recha!

DAYA.

Your Recha? Yours?

NATHAN.

What if I ever were
Doomed to unlearn to call this child, MY child,

DAYA.

Is all you own yours by an equal title?

NATHAN,

Nought by a better. What I else enjoy
Nature and Fortune gave--this treasure, Virtue.

DAYA.

How dear you make me pay for all your goodness! -
If goodness, exercised with such a view,
Deserves the name. -

NATHAN.