HAFI.
That I’m unguilty.
God knows I am not guilty, knows I said—
What said I not of thee—belied thee—slandered—
To ward it off.
NATHAN.
To ward off what—be plain.
HAFI.
That them art now become his defterdar.
I pity thee. Behold it I will not.
I go this very hour—my road I told thee.
Now—hast thou orders by the way—command,
And then, adieu. Indeed they must not be
Such business as a naked man can’t carry.
Quick, what’s thy pleasure?
NATHAN.
Recollect yourself.
As yet all this is quite a riddle to me.
I know of nothing.
HAFI.
Where are then thy bags?