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.