Spoken like thyself! Thou hast been ever no less kind than cautious. The two Al-Hafis thou distinguishest Shall soon be parted. See this coat of honour, Which Saladin bestowed—before ’tis worn To rags, and suited to a dervis’ back,— Will in Jerusalem hang upon the hook; While I along the Ganges scorching strand, Amid my teachers shall be wandering barefoot. NATHAN. That’s like you. HAFI. Or be playing chess among them. NATHAN. Your sovereign good. HAFI. What dost thou think seduced me. The wish of having not to beg in future— The pride of acting the rich man to beggars— Would these have metamorphosed a rich beggar So suddenly into a poor rich man? NATHAN. No, I think not. HAFI. A sillier, sillier weakness, For the first time my vanity was tempter, Flattered by Saladin’s good-hearted notion— NATHAN. Which was? HAFI. That all a beggar’s wants are only Known to a beggar: such alone can tell How to relieve them usefully and wisely. “Thy predecessor was too cold for me, (He said) and when he gave, he gave unkindly; Informed himself with too precautious strictness Concerning the receiver, not content To leant the want, unless he knew its cause, And measuring out by that his niggard bounty. Thou wilt not thus bestow. So harshly kind Shall Saladin not seem in thee. Thou art not Like the choked pipe, whence sullied and by spurts Flow the pure waters it absorbs in silence. Al-Hafi thinks and feels like me.” So nicely The fowler whistled, that at last the quail Ran to his net. Cheated, and by a cheat— NATHAN. Tush! dervis, gently. HAFI. What! and is’t not cheating, Thus to oppress mankind by hundred thousands, To squeeze, grind, plunder, butcher, and torment, And act philanthropy to individuals?— Not cheating—thus to ape from the Most High The bounty, which alike on mead and desert, Upon the just and the unrighteous, falls In sunshine or in showers, and not possess The never-empty hand of the Most High?— Not cheating— NATHAN. Cease! HAFI. Of my own cheating sure It is allowed to speak. Were it not cheating To look for the fair side of these impostures, In order, under colour of its fairness, To gain advantage from them—ha? NATHAN. Al-Hafi, Go to your desert quickly. Among men I fear you’ll soon unlearn to be a man. HAFI. And so do I—farewell.