Nathan the Wise; a dramatic poem in five acts. Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

but your cloak.

HAFI

         A cloak, that claims some honour.

      What think’st thou?  At a court of thine how great

      Had been Al-Hafi?

NATHAN

         Nothing but a dervis.

      If more, perhaps—what shall I say—my cook.

HAFI

      In order to unlearn my native trade.

      Thy cook—why not thy butler too?  The Sultan,

      He knows me better, I’m his treasurer.

NATHAN

      You, you?

HAFI

         Mistake not—of the lesser purse—

      His father manages the greater still—

      The purser of his household.

NATHAN

         That’s not small.

HAFI

      ’Tis larger than thou think’st; for every beggar

      Is of his household.

NATHAN

         He’s so much their foe—

HAFI

      That he’d fain root them out—with food and raiment—

      Tho’ he turn beggar in the enterprize.

NATHAN

      Bravo, I meant so.

HAFI

         And he’s almost such.

      His treasury is every day, ere sun-set,

      Poorer than empty; and how high so e’er

      Flows in the morning tide, ’tis ebb by noon.

NATHAN

      Because it circulates through such canals

      As can be neither stopped, nor filled.

HAFI

         Thou hast it.

NATHAN

      I know it well.

HAFI

         Nathan, ’tis woeful doing

      When kings are vultures amid caresses:

      But when they’re caresses amid the vultures

      ’Tis ten times worse.

NATHAN

         No, dervis, no, no, no.

HAFI

      Thou mayst well talk so.  Now then, let me hear

      What wouldst thou give me to resign my office?

NATHAN

      What does it bring you in?

HAFI

         To me, not much;

      But thee, it might indeed enrich: for when,

      As often happens, money is at ebb,

      Thou couldst unlock thy sluices, make advances,

      And take in form of interest all thou wilt.

NATHAN

      And interest upon interest of the interest—

HAFI

      Certainly.

NATHAN

         Till my capital becomes

      All interest.

HAFI

         How—that does not take with thee?

      Then write a finis to our book of friendship;

      For I have reckoned on thee.

NATHAN

         How so, Hafi?

HAFI

      That thou wouldst help me to go thro’ my office

      With credit, grant me open chest with thee—

      Dost shake thy head?

NATHAN

         Let’s understand each other.

      Here’s a distinction to be made.  To you,

      To dervis Hafi, all I have is open;

      But to the defterdar of Saladin,

      To that Al-Hafi—

HAFI

         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,