NATHAN.
Stay:
Till I have seen the sultan—till you’ve had—
HAFI.
He, who considers, looks about for motives
To forbear daring. He, who can’t resolve
In storm and sunshine to himself to live,
Must live the slave of others all his life.
But as you please; farewell! ’tis you who choose.
My path lies yonder—and yours there—
NATHAN.
Al-Hafi,
Stay then; at least you’ll set things right—not leave them
At sixes and at sevens—
HAFI.
Farce! Parade!
The balance in the chest will need no telling.
And my account—Sittah, or you, will vouch.
Farewell.
[Goes.
NATHAN.