If you still bear your dervis-heart about you
I’ll run the risk of that. Th’ official robe
Is 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.