Part 103 (1/2)

AL-HAFI.

Then it is so.

NATHAN.

What's so?

AL-HAFI.

That----I'm not guilty, G.o.d knows, I'm not to blame; 'tis not my fault.

I've done my best--belied, and slandered you-- To save you from it.

NATHAN.

Save me? and from what?

Be plain.

AL-HAFI.

From being made his Defterdar.

I pity you--I cannot stay to see it.

I fly this hour--you know the road I take.

Speak, then, if I can serve you; but your wants Must suit a wretch that's wholly dest.i.tute.

Quick, what's your pleasure?

NATHAN.

Recollect yourself-- Your words are mystery. I know of nothing.

What do you mean?

AL-HAFI.

You'll take your money--bags?

NATHAN.

My money--bags!

AL-HAFI.

Ay, bring your treasures forth-- The treasures you must shower on Saladin.

NATHAN.

And is that all?

AL-HAFI.

Ah! shall I witness it, How, day by day, he'll scoop and pare you down, Till nothing but a hollow, empty sh.e.l.l, A husk as light as film, is left behind.

Nathan, you've yet to learn how spendthrift waste From prudent bounty's never empty stores Borrows and borrows, till there's not a crumb Left to keep rats from starving. Do not think That he who wants your gold will heed advice.