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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Such Things Are</p> +<p> A Play, in Five Acts</p> +<p>Author: Mrs. Inchbald</p> +<p>Release Date: January 23, 2012 [eBook #38653]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SUCH THINGS ARE***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3>E-text prepared by Delphine Lettau<br /> + and the Online Distributed Proofreading Canada Team<br /> + (http://www.pgdpcanada.net)</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="pg" /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<h1><span class="wide">SUCH THINGS ARE;</span></h1> +<p> </p> + +<h5>A</h5> +<h2><span class="wide">PLAY,</span></h2> +<h5>IN</h5> +<h3><span class="wide">FIVE ACTS.</span></h3> +<p> </p> + +<h5>AS PERFORMED AT THE</h5> +<h3>THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT GARDEN.</h3> +<p> </p> + +<h5>BY</h5> +<h2><span class="smallcaps">Mrs.</span> INCHBALD.</h2> + +<hr class="tiny" /> + +<h4>SECOND EDITION.</h4> +<hr class="tiny" /> +<p> </p> + +<h5><span class="wide">LONDON:</span><br /><br /> +Printed for G. G. J. and J. ROBINSON, Pater-noster Row.<br /><br /> +MDCCLXXXVIII.</h5> + +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> +<h3><span class="wide">ADVERTISEMENT.</span></h3> + +<p>The travels of an Englishman throughout +Europe, and even in some parts of Asia, +to soften the sorrows of the Prisoner, excited +in the mind of the Author the subject of +the following pages, which, formed into a +dramatic story, have produced from the +Theatre a profit far exceeding the usual +pecuniary advantages arising from a successful +Comedy.</p> + +<p>The uncertainty in what part of the East +the hero of the present piece was (at the +time it was written) dispensing his benevolence, +caused the Writer, after many researches +and objections, to fix the scene on +the island of Sumatra, where the English +settlement, the system of government, and +every description of the manners of the people, +reconcile the incidents of the Play to +the strictest degree of probability.</p> +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> +<h3><span class="wide">PROLOGUE,</span></h3> + +<h5>Written by <span class="wide">THOMAS VAUGHAN,</span> Esq.<br /> +<br /> +Spoken by Mr. HOLMAN.</h5> +<p> </p> + +<div class="center"> +<table style="margin: 0 auto" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="prologue"> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">How say you, critic Gods<a name="fn1r" id="fn1r"></a><a href="#fn1"><sup><span class="small">1</span></sup></a>, and you below<a name="fn2r" id="fn2r"></a><a href="#fn2"><sup><span class="small">2</span></sup></a>; +</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Are you all friends?—or here—and there—a foe?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Come to protect your <i>literary</i> trade,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Which Mrs. <i>Scribble</i> dares <i>again</i> invade—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">But know you not—<i>in all</i> the fair ones do,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">'Tis not to please themselves alone—but you.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Then who so churlish, or so cynic grown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Would wish to change a <i>simper</i> for a <i>frown</i>?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Or who so jealous of their own <i>dear</i> quill,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Would point the paragraph her fame to kill?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Yet such there are, in this all-scribbling town,</td><td align="left" rowspan="3"><span class="bmouch">}</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">And men of letters too—of some renown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Who sicken at all merit but their own.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">But sure 'twere more for Wit's—for Honour's sake,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">To make the Drama's <i>race</i>—<i>the give and take</i>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" valign="top">[<i>Looking round the house.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">My hint I see's approv'd—so pray begin it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">And praise us—<i>roundly</i> for the <i>good things</i> in it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Nor let severity our faults expose,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">When godlike Homer's self was known to doze.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>But of the piece—Methinks I hear you hint,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Some dozen lines or more should give the tint—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">"Tell how <i>Sir John</i> with <i>Lady Betty</i>'s maid</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Is caught intriguing at a masquerade;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Which Lady Betty, in a jealous fit,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Resents by flirting with <i>Sir Ben</i>—the cit.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Whose <i>three</i>-feet spouse, to modish follies bent,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Mistakes a <i>six</i>-feet Valet—for a Gent.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Whilst Miss, repugnant to her Guardian's plan,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Elopes in Breeches with her fav'rite man."</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Such are the <i>hints</i> we read in <i>Roscius'</i> days,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">By way of Prologue ushered in <i>their</i> plays.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">But <i>we</i>, like Ministers and cautious spies,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">In <i>secret measures</i> think—the merit lies.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Yet shall the Muse thus far unveil the plot—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">This play was <i>tragi-comically</i> got,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Those sympathetic sorrows to impart</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Which harmonize the feelings of the heart;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">And may at least this humble merit boast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">A structure founded on fair <i>Fancy</i>'s coast.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">With you it rests that judgement to proclaim,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Which <i>in the world</i> must raise or sink it's fame.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Yet ere her judges sign their last report,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">'Tis you [<i>to the boxes</i>] must recommend her to the Court;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Whose smiles, like <i>Cynthia</i>, in a winter's night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Will cheer our wand'rer with a gleam of light.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><a name="fn1" id="fn1"></a><a href="#fn1r"><span class="small">1</span></a> Galleries.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><a name="fn2" id="fn2"></a><a href="#fn2r"><span class="small">2</span></a> Pit.</td></tr> +</table> +</div> + +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> +<h3><span class="wide">ACT I.</span></h3> + +<h3><span class="wide">SCENE,</span> <i>The Island of Sumatra, in<br /> +East India</i>.</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> +<h3><span class="wide">CHARACTERS.</span></h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table style="margin: 0 auto" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" summary="cast"> +<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><span class="small">M E N.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Sultan</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mr. Farren,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Lord Flint</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mr. Davies,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Sir Luke Tremor</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mr. Quick,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Mr. Twineall</i>, </td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mr. Lewis,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Mr. Haswell</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mr. Pope,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Elvirus</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mr. Holman,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Mr. Meanright</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mr. Macready,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Zedan</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mr. Fearon,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>First Keeper</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mr. Thompson,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Second Keeper</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mr. Cubitt,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>First Prisoner</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mr. Helme,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Second Prisoner</i>,<span class="ind1"> </span></td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mr. Gardener.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Guard</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mr. Blurton,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Messenger</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mr. Ledger.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><span class="small">W O M E N.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Lady Tremor</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mrs. Mattocks,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Aurelia</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Miss Wilkinson,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Female Prisoner</i>,</td><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1"> </span>Mrs. Pope.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center" colspan="2"><i>Time of Representation, Twelve Hours.</i></td></tr> +</table> +</div> +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> + +<h2><span class="wide">SUCH THINGS ARE.</span></h2> + +<h4><span class="wide">A PLAY.</span></h4> + +<h4><span class="wide">IN FIVE ACTS.</span></h4> +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> +<h3><span class="wide">ACT I.</span></h3> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><span class="wide">SCENE I.</span> <i>A Parlour at Sir</i> Luke Tremor'<i>s</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Enter Sir</i> Luke, <i>followed by Lady</i> Tremor.<br /> + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> I tell you, Madam, you are two and thirty.</p> + +<p><i>Lady Tremor.</i> I tell you, Sir, you are mistaken.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Why, did not you come over from +England exactly sixteen years ago?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Not so long.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Have not we been married the tenth +of next April sixteen years?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Not so long.—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Did you not come over the year of +the great Eclipse? answer me that.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> I don't remember it.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> But I do—and shall remember it as +long as I live—the first time I saw you, was in +the garden of the Dutch Envoy; you were looking +through a glass at the sun—I immediately began +to make love to you, and the whole affair was +settled while the eclipse lasted—just one hour, +eleven minutes, and three seconds.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> But what is all this to my age?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Because I know you were at that +time near seventeen—and without one qualification +except your youth—and not being a Mullatto.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Sir Luke, Sir Luke, this is not to be +borne—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Oh! yes—I forgot—you had two +letters of recommendation, from two great families +in England.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Letters of recommendation!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Yes; your character<span class="nowrap">——</span>that, you +know, is all the fortune we poor Englishmen, situated +in India, expect with a wife who crosses the +sea at the hazard of her life, to make us happy.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> And what but our characters would you +have us bring? Do you suppose any lady ever +came to India, who brought along with her, +friends, or fortune?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> No, my dear—and what is worse—she +seldom leaves them behind, either.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> No matter, Sir Luke—but if I delivered +to you a good character<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Yes, my dear you did—and if you +were to ask me for it again, I can't say I could +give it you.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> How uncivil! how unlike are your +manners to the manners of my Lord Flint.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Ay—you are never so happy as when +you have an opportunity of expressing your admiration +of him—a disagreeable, nay, a very +dangerous man—one is never sure of one's self in +his presence—he carries every thing he hears to +the ministers of our suspicious Sultan—and I feel +my head shake whenever I am in his company.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> How different does his Lordship appear +to me—to me he is all <i>politesse</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> <i>Politesse!</i> how shou'd you <ins title="original has underderstand">understand</ins> +what is real <i>politesse</i>? You know your +education was very much confined.—</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> And if it <i>was</i> confined<span class="nowrap">——</span>I beg, Sir +Luke, you will one time or other cease these reflections—you +know they are what I can't bear! +[<i>walks about in a passion.</i>] pray, does not his Lordship +continually assure me, I might be taken for +a Countess, were it not for a certain little groveling +toss I have caught with my head—and a certain +little confined hitch in my walk? both which I +learnt of <i>you</i>—learnt by looking so much at <i>you</i>.—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> And now if you don't take care, by +looking so much at his Lordship, you may catch +some of his defects.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> I know of very few he has.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> I know of many—besides those he +assumes.—</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Assumes!!<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Yes; do you suppose he is as forgetful +as he pretends to be? no, no—but because he +is a favourite with the Sultan, and all our great +men at court, he thinks it genteel or convenient +to have no memory—and yet I'll answer for it, +he has one of the best in the universe.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> I don't believe your charge.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Why, though he forgets his appointments +with his tradesmen, did you ever hear +of his forgetting to go to court when a place was to +be disposed of? Did he ever make a blunder, and +send a bribe to a man out of power? Did he ever +forget to kneel before the Prince of this Island—or +to look in his highness's presence like the statue +of Patient-resignation in humble expectation?—</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Dear, Sir Luke<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Sent from his own country in his +very infancy, and brought up in the different +courts of petty, arbitrary Princes here in Asia; +he is the slave of every great man, and the tyrant +of every poor one.<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> "Petty Princes!"—'tis well his highness +our Sultan does not hear you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> 'Tis well he does not—don't you +repeat what I say—but you know how all this fine +country is harrassed and laid waste by a set of +Princes, Sultans, as they style themselves, and I +know not what—who are for ever calling out to +each other "that's mine," and "that's mine;"—and +"you have no business here"—and "you have +no business there"—and "I have business every +where;" [<i>Strutting</i>] then "give <i>me</i> this,"—and +"give <i>me</i> that;" and "take this, and take that."</p> +<p class="right">[<i>makes signs of fighting.</i>]</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> A very elegant description truly.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Why, you know 'tis all matter of +fact—and Lord Flint, brought up from his youth +amongst these people, has not one <i>trait</i> of an Englishman +about him—he has imbibed all this country's +cruelty, and I dare say wou'd mind no more +seeing me hung up by my thumbs—or made to +dance upon a red-hot gridiron<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> That is one of the tortures I never heard +of!—O! I shou'd like to see that of all things!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Yes—by keeping this man's company, +you'll soon be as cruel as he is—he will +teach you every vice—a consequential—grave—dull—and +yet with that degree of levity, that +dares to pay his addresses to a woman, even before +her husband's face.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Did not you say, this minute, his Lordship +had not a <i>trait</i> of his own country about +him?—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Well, well—as you say, that last <i>is</i> +a <i>trait</i> of his own country.</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Servant <i>and</i> Lord Flint. + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Serv.</i> Lord Flint.— <span class="ex">[<i>Exit</i> Servant.</span></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> My Lord, I am extremely glad to see +you—we were just mentioning your name.—</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Were you, indeed, Madam? You do me +great honour.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> No, my Lord—no great honour.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Pardon me, Sir Luke.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> But, I assure you, my Lord, what I +said, did <i>myself</i> a great deal of honour.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Yes, my Lord, and I'll acquaint your +Lordship what it was.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>going up to him.</i></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>Pulling her aside</i>] Why, you wou'd +not inform against me sure! Do you know what +would be the consequence? My head must answer +it. [<i>frightened.</i>]</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Nay, Sir Luke, I insist upon knowing.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>To her</i>] Hush—hush<span class="nowrap">——</span>no, my +Lord, pray excuse me—your Lordship perhaps +may think what I said did not come from my +heart; and I assure you, upon my honour, it +did.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> O, yes—that I am sure it did.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I am extremely obliged to you. <span class="ex">[<i>bowing.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> O, no, my Lord, not at all—not +at all.—[<i>aside to her.</i>] I'll be extremely obliged +to <i>you</i>, if you will hold your tongue—Pray, my +Lord, are you engaged out to dinner to-day? for +her Ladyship and I dine out.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Yes, my Lord, and we should be happy +to find your Lordship of the party.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> "Engaged out to dinner"?—egad very +likely—very likely—but if I am—I have positively +forgotten where.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> We are going to<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> No—I think (now you put me in mind +of it) I think I have company to dine with me—I +am either going out to dinner, or have company +to dine with me; but I really can't tell which—however, +my people know<span class="nowrap">——</span>but I can't call to +mind.—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Perhaps your Lordship <i>has</i> dined; +can you recollect that?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> No, no—I have not dined<span class="nowrap">——</span>what's +o'clock?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Perhaps, my Lord, you have not breakfasted.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> O, yes, I've breakfasted—I think so—but +upon my word these things are very hard to +remember.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> They are indeed, my Lord—and I +wish all my family wou'd entirely forget them.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> What did your Ladyship say was +o'clock?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Exactly twelve, my Lord.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Bless me! I ought to have been some +where else then—an absolute engagement.—I have +broke my word—a positive appointment.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Shall I send a servant?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> No, no, no, no—by no means—it can't +be helped now—and they know my unfortunate +failing—besides, I'll beg their pardon, and I trust +that will be ample satisfaction.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> You are very good, my Lord, not to +leave us.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I cou'd not think of leaving you so soon, +Madam—the happiness I enjoy here is <i>such</i>—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> And very likely were your Lordship +to go away now, you might never recollect to +come again.</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Servant. + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Serv.</i> A Gentleman, Sir, just come from on +board an English vessel, says, he has letters to present +to you.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Shew him in—[<i>Exit</i> Servant.] <i>He</i> +has brought his character too, I suppose—and left +it <i>behind</i>, too, I suppose.</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Enter Mr.</i> Twineall, <i>in a fashionable undress</i>. + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Sir Luke, I have the honour of presenting +to you, [<i>Gives letters</i>] one from my Lord +Cleland—one from Sir Thomas Shoestring—one +from Colonel Fril.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>Aside</i>] Who in the name of wonder +have my friends recommended?—[<i>reads while Lord</i> +Flint <i>and the Lady talk apart</i>] No—as I live, he is +a gentleman, and the son of a Lord—[<i>going to +Lady</i> Tremor.] My dear, that is a gentleman, +notwithstanding his appearance—don't laugh—but +let me introduce you to him.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> A gentleman! certainly—I did not look +at him before—but now I can perceive it.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Mr. Twineall, give me leave to introduce +Lady Tremor to you, and my Lord Flint—this, +my Lord, is the Honourable Mr. Twineall +from England, who will do me the favour to remain +in my house, till he is settled to his mind in +some post here. [<i>They bow.</i>] I beg your pardon, +Sir, for the somewhat cool reception Lady Tremor +and I gave you at first—but I dare say her Ladyship +was under the same mistake as myself—and I must +own I took you at first sight for something very different +from the person you prove to be—for really +no English ships have arrived in this harbour for +these five years past, and the dress of us English +gentlemen is so much altered since that time—</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> But, I hope, Sir Luke, if it is, the alteration +meets with your approbation.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> O! to be sure—it is extremely elegant +and becoming.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Yes, my dear, I don't doubt but you +think so; for I remember you used to make your +favourite monkey wear just such a jacket, when +he went out a visiting.</p> + +<p><i>Twin.</i> Was he your favourite, Madam?—Sir, +you are very obliging. [<i>Bowing to Sir Luke.</i>]</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> My Lord, if it were possible for your +Lordship to call to your <i>remembrance</i> such a trifle—</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Dear Sir Luke<span class="nowrap">——</span><span class="ex">[<i>Pulling him.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Egad, I believe I do call to my remembrance—[<i>Gravely +considering.</i>]—Not, I assure you, +Sir, that I perceive any great resemblance—or, if +it was so—I dare say it is merely in the dress<span class="nowrap">——</span>which +I must own strikes me as most ridiculous—very +ridiculous indeed.<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> My Lord!</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I beg pardon, if I have said any thing +that<span class="nowrap">——</span>Lady Tremor, what did I say?<span class="nowrap">——</span>make +my apology, if I have said any thing improper—you +know my unhappy failing.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Goes up the stage.</i></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> [<i>to Twineall.</i>] Sir, his Lordship has made +a mistake in the word "ridiculous," which I am +sure he did not mean to say—but he is apt to make +use of one word for another—his Lordship has +been so long out of England, that he may be said in +some measure to have forgotten his native language.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>His Lordship all this time appears consequentially absent.</i></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> And you have perfectly explained, Madam—indeed +I ought to have been convinced, +without your explanation, that if his Lordship +made use of the word <i>ridiculous</i> (even intentionally) +that the word had now changed its former +sense, and was become a mode to express satisfaction—or +his Lordship wou'd not have made use +of it in the very forcible manner he did, to a perfect +stranger.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> What, Mr. Twineall, have you new +modes, new fashions for <i>words</i> too in England, +as well as for dresses?—and are you equally extravagant +in their adoption?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> I never heard, Sir Luke, but that the +fashion of words varied, as well as the fashion of +every thing else.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> But what is most extraordinary—we have +now a fashion in England, of speaking without +any words at all.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Pray, Sir, how is that?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Ay, do, Mr. Twineall, teach my +wife, and I shall be very much obliged to you—it +will be a great accomplishment. Even you, my +Lord, ought to be attentive to this fashion.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Why, Madam, for instance, when a gentleman +is asked a question which is either troublesome +or improper to answer, you don't say you +<i>won't</i> answer it, even though you speak to an inferior<span class="nowrap">——</span>but +you say<span class="nowrap">——</span>"really it appears to mee-e-e-e-e— +[<i>mutters and shrugs</i>]—that is—mo-mo-mo-mo-mo—[<i>mutters</i>]—if +you see the thing—for +my part<span class="nowrap">——</span>te-te-te-te<span class="nowrap">——</span>and that's all I can tell +about it at <i>present</i>."</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> And you have told nothing!</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Nothing upon earth.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> But mayn't one guess what you mean?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> O, yes—perfectly at liberty to guess.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Well, I'll be shot if I <i>could</i> guess.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> And again—when an impertinent pedant +asks you a question that you know nothing about, +and it may not be convenient to say so—you answer +<i>boldly</i>, "why really, Sir, my opinion <i>is</i>, that the +Greek poet—he-he-he-he—[<i>mutters</i>]—we-we-we-we—you +see—if his idea was—and if the Latin +translator—mis-mis-mis-mis—[<i>shrugs</i>]<span class="nowrap">——</span>that I +shou'd think—in my humble opinion—but the +Doctor <i>may</i> know better than I."<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> The Doctor must know very little +else.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Or in case of a duel, where one does not +care to say who was right, or who was wrong—you +answer—"<i>This</i>, Sir, is the state of the matter—Mr. +F— came first—te-te-te-te—on that—be-be-be-be—if +the other—in short—[<i>whispers</i>]—whis-whis-whis-whis"<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> What?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> "There, now you have it—there 'tis—but +don't say a word about it—or, if you do—don't +say it come from me."—</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Why, you have not told a word of the +story!</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> But that your auditor must not say to you—that's +not the fashion—he never tells you that—he +may say—"You have not made yourself +<i>perfectly</i> clear;"—or he may say—"He must have +the matter <i>more particularly</i> pointed out somewhere +else;"—but that is all the auditor can say with +good breeding.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> A very pretty method indeed to satisfy +one's curiosity!</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Servant. + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Serv.</i> Mr. Haswell.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> This is a countryman of ours, Mr. +Twineall, and a very good man I assure you.</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Mr. Haswell. + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Mr. Haswell, how do you do?<span class="ex">[<i>Warmly.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Sir Luke, I am glad to see you.<span class="nowrap">——</span>Lady +Tremor, how do you do?</p> +<p class="right">[<i>He bows to the rest.</i></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> O, Mr. Haswell, I am extremely glad +you are come—here is a young adventurer just arrived +from England, who has been giving us such +a strange account of all that's going on there.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Introducing Twineall.</i></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Sir, you are welcome to India.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Sir Luke whispers Haswell.</i></p> + +<p class="noindent">Indeed!—<i>his</i> son.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Do, Mr. Haswell, talk to him—he can +give you great information.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I am glad of it—I shall then hear many +things I am impatient to become acquainted with. +[<i>Goes up to Twineall.</i>] Mr. Twineall, I have the +honour of knowing his Lordship, your father, extremely +well—he holds his seat in Parliament still, +I presume?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> He does, Sir.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> And your uncle, Sir Charles?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Both, Sir—both in Parliament still.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Pray, Sir, has any act in behalf of the +poor clergy taken place yet?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> In behalf of the poor clergy, Sir?—I'll +tell you—I'll tell you, Sir.<span class="nowrap">——</span>As to that act—concerning—[<i>shrugs +and mutters</i>]—em-em-em-em—the +Committee—em-em—ways and means—hee-hee—I +assure you, Sir—te-te-te—</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Sir Luke, Lady, and Lord Flint laugh.</i></p> + +<p class="noindent">My father and my uncle both think so, I assure +you.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Think <i>how</i>, Sir?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Nay, that's not good breeding—you +must ask no more questions.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Why not?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Because—we-we-we-we—[<i>mimicks</i>]—he +knows nothing about it.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> What, Sir—not know?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Yes, Sir, perfectly acquainted with every +thing that passes in the house—but I assure you, +that when they come to be reported<span class="nowrap">——</span>but, Sir +Luke, now permit me, in my turn, to make a few +inquiries concerning the state of this country.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Sir Luke starts, and fixes his eyes suspiciously +on Lord Flint.</i></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Why, one does not like to speak +much about the country one lives in—but, Mr. +Haswell, you have been visiting our encampments; +<i>you</i> may tell us what is going on there.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Pray, Mr. Haswell, is it true that the +Sultan cut off the head of one of his wives the +other day because she said "I won't?"</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Do, my dear, be silent.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> I won't.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> O, that the Sultan had you instead of +me!</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> And with my head off, I suppose?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> No, my dear; in that state, I shou'd +have no objection to you myself.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> [<i>Aside to Sir Luke.</i>] Now, I'll frighten +you ten times more.—But, Mr. Haswell, I am +told there are many persons suspected of disaffection +to the present Sultan, who have been lately, +by his orders, arrested, and sold to slavery, notwithstanding +there was no proof against them produced.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Proof!<span class="nowrap">——</span>in a State such as this, the +charge is quite sufficient.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>In apparent agonies, wishing to turn +the discourse.</i>] Well, my Lord, and how does +your Lordship find yourself this afternoon?—this +morning, I mean—Bless my soul! why I begin to +be as forgetful as your Lordship.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Smiling and fawning.</i></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> How I pity the poor creatures!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>Aside to Lady.</i>] Take care what you +say before that tool of state—look at him, and +tremble for your head.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Look at him, and tremble for <i>yours</i>—and +so, Mr. Haswell, all this is true?—and some +people, of consequence too, I am told, dragged +from their homes, and sent to slavery merely on +suspicion?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Yet, less do I pity those, than some, whom +prisons and dungeons crammed before, are yet +prepared to receive.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Mr. Haswell, such is the Sultan's pleasure.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Will your Lordship take a turn in +the garden? it looks from this door very pleasant;—does +not it?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> But pray, Mr. Haswell, has not the Sultan +sent for you to attend at his palace this morning?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> He has, Madam.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> There! I heard he had, but Sir Luke +said not.—I am told he thinks himself under the +greatest obligations to you.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> The report has flattered me—but if his +highness <i>shou'd</i> think himself under obligations, I +can readily point a way, by which he may acquit +himself of them.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> In the mean time, I am sure, you feel +for those poor sufferers.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> [<i>With stifled emotion.</i>] Sir Luke, good +morning to you—I call'd upon some trifling +business, but I have out-staid my time, and therefore +I'll call again in a couple of hours—Lady +Tremor, good morning—my Lord—Mr. Twineall—</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Bows, and exit.</i></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Sir Luke, your garden <i>does</i> look so divinely +beautiful—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Come, my Lord, will you take a +turn in it? Come Mr. Twineall—come my dear—[<i>taking +her hand.</i>] I can't think what business Mr. +Haswell has to speak to me upon—for my part, I +am quite a plain man—and busy myself about no +one's affairs, except my own—but I dare say your +Lordship has forgot all we have been talking +about.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> If you permit me, Sir Luke, I'll hand +the Lady.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Certainly, my Lord, if you please—come, +Mr. Twineall, and I'll conduct you.<span class="ex">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +<p> </p> +<h5><span class="wide">END OF THE FIRST ACT.</span></h5> +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> +<h3><span class="wide">ACT II.</span></h3> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><span class="wide">SCENE I.</span> <i>An Apartment at Sir</i> Luke Tremor'<i>s</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Enter</i> Twineall <i>and</i> Meanright.<br /> + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> My dear friend, after so long a separation, +how glad I am to meet you!—but how devilish +unlucky that you shou'd, on the very day +of my arrival, be going to set sail for another part +of the world! yet before you go, I must beg a favour +of you—you know Sir Luke and his family +perfectly well, I dare say?</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> I think so—I have been in his house +near six years.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> The very person on earth I wanted!—Sir +Luke has power here, I suppose?—a word +from him might do a man some service perhaps? <span class="ex">[<i>significantly.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> Why, yes; I don't know a man that +has more influence at a certain place.</p> + +<p><i>Twin.</i> And her Ladyship seems a very clever +gentlewoman?</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> Very.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> And I have a notion they think <i>me</i> very +clever.</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> I dare say they do.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Yes—but I mean <i>very</i> clever.</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> No doubt!</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> But, my dear friend, you must help me +to make them think better of me still—and when +<i>my</i> fortune is made, I'll make <i>yours</i>—for when I +once become acquainted with people's dispositions, +their little weaknesses, foibles and faults, I can +wind, twist, twine, and get into the corner of +every one's heart, and lie so snug, they can't know +I'm there, till they want to pull me out, and find +'tis impossible.</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> Excellent talent!</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Is not it? and now, my dear friend, do +you inform me of the secret dispositions, and +propensities of every one in this family, and of +all their connections.—What Lady values herself +upon one qualification, and what Lady upon another?—What +Gentleman will like to be told of +his accomplishments? or what man would rather +hear of his wife's, or his daughter's?—or of his +horses? or of his dogs?—now, my dear Ned, acquaint +me with all this—and within a fortnight +I will become the most necessary rascal<span class="nowrap">——</span>not a +creature shall know how to exist without me.</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> Why such a man as you ought to have +made your fortune in England.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> No—my father, and my three uncles +monopolized all the great men themselves; and +wou'd never introduce me where I was likely to become +their rival—This—this is the very spot +for me to display my genius—But then I must +penetrate the people first—and you will kindly +save me that trouble.—Come, give me all their +characters—all their little propensities—all their +whims—in short, all I am to praise—and all I am to +avoid praising,—in order to endear myself to +them. [<i>Takes out tablets.</i>] Come—begin with Sir +Luke.</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> Sir Luke—values himself more upon +personal bravery, than upon any thing else.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Thank you, my dear friend—thank you. +[<i>Writes.</i>] Was he ever in the army?</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> Oh yes—besieged a capital fortress, a +few years ago—and now, the very name of a battle +or a great general tickles his vanity, and he +takes all the praises you can lavish upon the subject +as compliments to himself.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Thank you—thank you a thousand times—[<i>Writes.</i>] +I'll mention a battle very soon.</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> Not directly.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> O, no—let me alone for time and place—go +on, my friend—go on—her Ladyship—</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> Descended from the ancient kings of +Scotland.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> You don't say so!</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> And though she is so nicely scrupulous +as never to mention the word genealogy, yet I +have seen her agitation so great, when the advantages +of high birth have been extoll'd, she could +scarcely withhold her sentiments of triumph; +which in order to disguise, she has assumed a disdain +for all "vain titles—empty sounds—and +idle pomp."</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Thank you—thank you—this is a most +excellent <i>trait</i> of the Lady's—[<i>Writes.</i>] "Pedigree +of the kings of Scotland?" O, I have her at once.</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> Yet do it nicely—oblique touches, rather +than open explanations.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Let me alone for that.</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> She has, I know, in her possession—but +I dare say she wou'd not show it you, nay, on +the contrary, would even <i>affect</i> to be highly offended, +if you were to mention it—and yet it +certainly would flatter her, to know you were acquainted +with her having it.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> What—what—what is it?</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> A large old-fashioned wig—which Malcolm +the third or fourth, her great ancestor, wore +when he was crowned at Scone, in the year<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> I'll mention it.</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> Take care.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> O, let me alone for the <i>manner</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> She'll pretend to be angry.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> That I am prepared for.—Pray who is +my Lord Flint?</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> A deep man—and a great favourite at +court.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Indeed!—how am I to please him?</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> By insinuations against the <i>present</i> Sultan.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> How!</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> With all his pretended attachment, his +heart<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Are you <i>sure</i> of it?</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> Sure:—he blinds Sir Luke, (who by +the bye is no great politician) but I know his Lordship—and +if he thought he was sure of his ground—(and +he thinks he <i>shall</i> be sure of it soon)—then—</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> I'll insinuate myself and join his party—but, +in the mean time, preserve good terms with +Sir Luke, in case any thing shou'd fall in my way +there.—Who is Mr. Haswell?</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> He pretends to be a man of principle +and sentiment—flatter him on that.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> The easiest thing in the world—no people +like flattery better than such as he.—They +will bear even to hear their <i>vices</i> praised.—I will +myself undertake to praise the vices of a man of +sentiment till he shall think them so many virtues.—You +have mentioned no Ladies, but the Lady +of the house yet.</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> There is no other Lady, except a pretty +girl who came over from England, about two years +ago, for a husband, and not succeeding in another +part of the country, is now recommended to this +house—and has been here three or four months.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Let me alone, to please her.</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> Yes—I believe you are skilled.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> For the art of flattery, no one more.</p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> But damn it—it is not a liberal art.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> It is a great science, notwithstanding—and +studied, at present, by all the connoisseurs.—Zounds! +I have staid a long time—I can't attend +to any more characters at present—Sir Luke and +his Lady will think me inattentive, if I don't join +them—Shall I see you again?—if not—I wish you +a pleasant voyage—I'll make the most of what +you have told me—you'll hear I'm a great man—God +bless you!—good bye!—you'll hear I'm a +great man. <span class="ex">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Mean.</i> And, if I am not mistaken, I shall hear +you are turned out of the house before to-morrow +morning. O, Twineall! exactly the <i>reverse</i> of +every character have you now before you—the +greatest misfortune in the life of Sir Luke has +been, flying from his army in the midst of an engagement, +and a most humiliating degradation in +consequence, which makes him so feelingly alive +on the subject of a battle, that nothing but his +want of courage can secure my friend Twineall's +life for venturing to name the subject—then Lord +Flint, firmly <i>attached</i> to the <i>interest</i> of the Sultan, +will be all on fire, when he hears of open disaffection—but +most of all her Ladyship! whose father +was a grocer, and uncle, a noted advertising +"Periwig-maker on a new construction." She +will run mad to hear of births, titles, and long +pedigrees.—Poor Twineall! little dost thou think +what is prepared for thee.—There is Mr. Haswell +too—but to him have I sent you to be reclaimed—to +him,—who, free from faults, or even foibles, +of his own, has yet more potently the blessing +given, of tenderness for ours. <span class="ex">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> +<p> </p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><span class="wide">SCENE II.</span> <i>The inside of a Prison.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Several Prisoners dispersed in different situations.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Enter</i> Keeper <i>and</i> Haswell <i>with lights</i>.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> This way, Sir—the prisons this way are +more extensive still—you seem to feel for these unthinking +men—but they are a set of unruly people, +whom no severity can make such as they ought +to be.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> And wou'd not gentleness, or mercy, do +you think, reclaim them?</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> That I can't say—we never try those +means in this part of the world—that man yonder, +suspected of disaffection, is sentenced to be here +for life, unless his friends can lay down a large +sum by way of penalty, which he finds they cannot +do, and he is turned melancholy.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> [<i>After a pause.</i>] Who is that? <span class="ex">[<i>To another.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> He has been try'd for heading an insurrection, +and acquitted.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> What keeps him here?</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> Fees due to the Court—a debt contracted +while he proved his innocence.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Lead on, my friend—let us go to some +other part.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Putting his hand to his eyes.</i></p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> In this ward, we are going to, are the +prisoners, who by some small reserve—some little +secreted stock when they arrived—or by the bounty +of some friend who visit them<span class="nowrap">——</span>or suchlike +fortunate circumstance, are in a less dismal +place.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Lead on.</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> But stop—put on this cloak, for, before +we arrive at the place I mention, we must pass a +damp vault, which to those who are not used to +it—[Haswell <i>puts on the cloak</i>]—or will you postpone +your visit?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> No—go on.</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> Alas! who wou'd suppose you had been +used to see such places!—you look concerned—vext +to see the people suffer—I wonder you shou'd +come, when you seem to think so much about +them.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Oh! that, that is the very reason.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit, following the Keeper.</i><br /> +<br /> +[Zedan, <i>a tawny Indian Prisoner, follows them, stealing<br /> +out, as if intent on something</i>.]</p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Two Prisoners walk slowly down the stage.</i></p> +</div> + +<p><i>1st Pris.</i> Who is this man?</p> + +<p><i>2d Pris.</i> From Britain—I have seen him once +before.</p> + +<p><i>1st Pris.</i> He looks pale—he has no heart.</p> + +<p><i>2d Pris.</i> I believe, a pretty large one.</p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Re-enter</i> Zedan.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Zed.</i> Brother, a word with you. [<i>To the 1st +Prisoner, the other retires</i>.] As the stranger and our +keeper passed by the passage, a noxious vapour +put out the light, and as they groped along I purloined +<i>this</i> from the stranger—[<i>Shews a pocket-book</i>] +see it contains two notes will pay our ransom.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Shewing the notes.</i></p> + +<p><i>1st Pris.</i> A treasure—our certain ransom!</p> + +<p><i>Zed.</i> Liberty! our wives, our children, and +our friends, will these papers purchase.</p> + +<p><i>1st Pris.</i> What a bribe! our keeper may rejoice +too.</p> + +<p><i>Zed.</i> And then the pleasure it will be to hear +the stranger fret, and complain for his loss!—O, +how my heart loves to see sorrow!—Misery such as +I have known, on men who spurn me—who treat +me as if (in my own Island) I had no friends +that loved me—no servants that paid me honour—no +children that revered me—who forget I am +a husband—a father—nay, a <i>man</i>.—</p> + +<p><i>1st Pris.</i> Conceal your thoughts—conceal your +treasure too—or the Briton's complaint—</p> + +<p><i>Zed.</i> Will be in vain—our keeper will conclude +the bribe must come to him, at last—and therefore +make no great search for it—here, in the corner of +my belt [<i>Puts up the pocket-book</i>] 'twill be secure—Come +this way, and let us indulge our pleasant +prospect.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>They retire, and the scene closes.</i></p> +<p> </p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><span class="wide">SCENE III.</span> <i>Another part of the Prison.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>A kind of sopha with an old man sleeping upon it</i>—<br /> +Elvirus <i>sitting attentively by him</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Enter</i> Keeper <i>and</i> Haswell.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> That young man, you see there, watching +his aged father as he sleeps, by the help of +fees gains his admission—and he never quits the +place, except to go and purchase cordials for the +old man, who, (though healthy and strong when +he first became a prisoner) is now become ill and +languid.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Are they from Europe?</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> No—but descended from Europeans—see +how the youth holds his father's hand!—I have +sometimes caught him bathing it with tears.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I'll speak to the young man.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Going to him.</i></p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> He will speak as soon as he sees me—he +has sent a petition to the Sultan about his father, +and never fails to inquire if a reply is come. [<i>They +approach</i>—Elvirus <i>starts, and comes forward</i>]</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> [<i>To</i> Haswell] Sir, do you come from the +Court? has the Sultan received my humble supplication? +Can you tell?—softly—let not my father +hear you speak.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I come but as a stranger, to see the +prison.</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> No answer yet, keeper?</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> No—I told you it was in vain to write—they +never read petitions sent from prisons—their +hearts are hardened to such worn-out tales of sorrow.</p> +<p class="right">[Elvirus <i>turns towards his Father and weeps</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Pardon me, Sir—but what is the request +you are thus denied?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Behold my father! but three months has +he been confined here; and yet—unless he breathes +a purer air—O, if <i>you</i> have influence at Court, +Sir, pray represent what passes in this dreary +prison—what passes in my heart.<span class="nowrap">——</span>My supplication +is to remain a prisoner here, while my father, +released, shall be permitted to retire to humble +life; and never more take arms in a cause the +Sultan may suspect—which engagement broken, +<i>my life</i> shall be the forfeit.—Or if the Sultan +wou'd allow me to serve him as a soldier—</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> You would fight against the party your +father fought for?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> [<i>Starting.</i>] No—but in the forests—or on +the desert sands—amongst those slaves who are sent +to battle with the wild Indians—there I wou'd go—and +earn the boon I ask<span class="nowrap">——</span>or in the mines—</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Give me your name—I will, at least, present +your suit—and, perhaps—</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Sir! do you think it is likely? Joyful +hearing!</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Nay, be not too hasty in your hopes—I +cannot <i>answer</i> for my success. [<i>Repeats</i>] "Your +father humbly implores to be released from +prison—and, in his stead, <i>you</i> take his chains—or, +for the Sultan's service, fight as a slave, +or dig in his mines?"</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Exactly, Sir—that is the petition—I thank +you, Sir.</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> You don't know, young man, what it <i>is</i> +to dig in mines—or fight against foes, who make +their prisoners die by unheard-of tortures.</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> <i>You</i> do not know, Sir, what it <i>is</i>,—to see +a parent suffer.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> [<i>Writing</i>] Your name, Sir?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Elvirus Casimir.—</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Your father's?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> The same—one who followed agriculture +in the fields of Symria—but, induced by the call +of freedom—</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> How? have a care.</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> No—his son, by the call of nature, supplicates +his freedom.</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> The rebel, you find, breaks out.</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> [<i>Aside to the Keeper.</i>] Silence—silence! +he forgives it—don't remind him of it—don't +undo my hopes.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I will serve you if I can.</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> And I will merit it—indeed I will—you +shall not complain of me—I will be—</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Retire—I trust you. [Elvirus <i>bows lowly, +and retires</i>.]</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> Yonder cell contains a female prisoner.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> A female prisoner!</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> Without a friend or comforter, she has +existed there these many years—nearly fifteen.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Is it possible!</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> Wou'd you wish to see her?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> If it won't give her pain.</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> At least, she'll not resent it—for she +seldom complains, except in moans to herself—[<i>Goes +to the cell.</i>] Lady, here is one come to visit all the +prisoners—please to appear before him.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I thank you—you speak with reverence +and respect to her.</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> She has been of some note, though now +so totally unfriended—at least, we <i>think</i> she has, +from her gentle manners; and our governor is in +the daily expectation of some liberal ransom for +her, which makes her imprisonment without a +hope of release, till that day arrives—[<i>Going to the +cell</i>]—Lend me your hand—you are weak. [<i>He +leads her from the cell—she appears faint—and as if +the light affected her eyes</i>—Haswell <i>pulls off his hat, +and, after a pause</i>—</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I fear you are not in health, Lady?<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p class="right">[<i>She looks at him solemnly for some time.</i></p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> Speak—Madam, speak.</p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> No—not very well. <span class="ex">[<i>Faintingly.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Where are your friends? When do you +expect your ransom?</p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> [<i>Shaking her head.</i>] Never.</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> She persists to say so; thinking by that +declaration, we shall release her <i>without</i> a ransom.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Is that your motive?</p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> I know no motive for a falsehood.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I was to blame—pardon me.</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> Your answers are somewhat prouder than +usual.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>He retires up the stage.</i></p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> They are.—[<i>To</i> Haswell] Forgive me—I +am mild with all of these—but from a countenance +like yours—I could not bear reproach.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> You flatter me.</p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> Alas! Sir, and what have I to hope +from such a meaness?—You do not come to ransom +me.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Perhaps I do.</p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> Oh! do not say so—unless—unless—I +am not to be deceived—pardon in your turn this +suspicion—but when I have so much to hope for—when +the sun, the air, fields, woods, and all that +wonderous world, wherein I have been so happy, +is in prospect; forgive me, if the vast hope +makes me fear.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Unless your ransom is fixed at something +beyond my power to give, I <i>will</i> release you.</p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> Release me! Benevolent!</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> How shall I mark you down in my petition? +[<i>Takes out his book.</i>] what name?</p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> 'Tis almost blotted from my memory. <span class="ex">[<i>Weeping.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> It is of little note—a female prisoner, +taken with the rebel party, and in these cells confined +for fifteen years.</p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> During which time I have demeaned +myself with all humility to my governors—neither +have I distracted my fellow prisoners with a complaint +that might recall to their memory their own +unhappy fate—I have been obedient, patient; and +cherished hope to chear me with vain dreams, +while despair possess'd my reason.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Retire—I will present the picture you +have given.</p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> Succeed too—or, never let me see you +more—</p> +<p class="right">[<i>She goes up the stage.</i></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> You never shall.</p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> [<i>Returns</i>] Or, if you shou'd miscarry +in your views [for who forms plans that do not +sometimes fail?] I will not reproach you even to +<i>myself</i><span class="nowrap">——</span>no—nor will I suffer <i>much</i> from the disappointment—merely +that you may not have, +what I suffer, to account for.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exit to her cell.</i></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Excellent mind!</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> In this cell—</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Going to another.</i></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> No—take me away—I have enough to +do—I dare not see more at present.— <span class="ex">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +<p> </p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><span class="wide">SCENE IV.</span> <i>The former Prison Scene.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Enter</i> Zedan.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Zed.</i> They are coming—I'll stand here in his +sight, that, shou'd he miss what I have taken, +he'll not suspect me, but suppose it is one who has +hid himself.</p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Keeper <i>and</i> Haswell.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> [<i>To</i> Zedan] What makes you here?—still +moping by yourself, and lamenting for your family?—[<i>To</i> +Haswell] that man, the most ferocious +I ever met with—laments, sometimes even +with tears, the separation from his wife and children.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> [<i>Going to him</i>] I am sorry for you, friend; +[Zedan <i>looks sullen and morose</i>.] I pity you.</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> Yes—he had a pleasant hamlet on the +neighbouring island—plenty of fruits—clear +springs—and wholesome roots—and now complains +bitterly of his repasts—sour rice, and +muddy water. <span class="ex">[<i>Exit Keeper.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Poor man! bear your sorrows nobly—and +as we are alone—no miserable eye to grudge +the favour—[<i>Looking round</i>] take this trifle—[<i>Gives +money</i>] it will at least make your meals better +for a few short weeks—till Heaven may please +to favour you with a less sharp remembrance of +the happiness you have lost—Farewell. [<i>Going.</i>] +[Zedan <i>catches hold of him, and taking the pocket-book +from his belt, puts it into</i> Haswell'<i>s hand</i>.]</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> What's this?</p> + +<p><i>Zed.</i> I meant to gain my liberty with it—but +I will not vex you.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> How came you by it?</p> + +<p><i>Zed.</i> Stole it—and wou'd have stabb'd you too, +had you been alone—but I am glad I did not—Oh! +I am glad I did not.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> You like me then?</p> + +<p><i>Zed.</i> [<i>Shakes his head and holds his heart.</i>] 'Tis +something that I never felt before—it makes me +like not only you, but all the world besides—the +love of my family was confined to them alone; +but this makes me feel I could love even my +enemies.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Oh, nature! grateful! mild! gentle! +and forgiving!—worst of tyrants they who, by +hard usage, drive you to be cruel!</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Keeper. + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> The lights are ready, Sir, through the +dark passage—[<i>To</i> Zedan.] Go to your fellows.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> [<i>To</i> Zedan.] Farewell—we will meet +again.</p> + +<p class="right">[Zedan <i>exit on one side</i>, Haswell <i>and</i> Keeper <i>exeunt +on the other</i>.</p> +<p> </p> + +<h5><span class="wide">END OF THE SECOND ACT.</span></h5> +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> + +<h3><span class="wide">ACT III.</span></h3> + +<div class="center"> + <p><span class="wide">SCENE I.</span> <i>An Apartment at Sir</i> Luke Tremor'<i>s</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Enter Sir</i> Luke <i>and</i> Aurelia.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Why, then Aurelia, (though I never mention'd +it to my Lady Tremor) my friend wrote +me word, he had reason to suppose your affections +were improperly fixed upon a young gentleman +in that neighbourhood; and this was his reason +for wishing you to leave that place to come hither—and +this continual dejection convinces me my +friend was not mistaken—answer me—can you +say he was?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Why, then, Sir Luke, candidly to confess—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Nay, no tears—why in tears? for a +husband? be comforted—we'll get you one ere +long, I warrant.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Dear, Sir Luke, how can you imagine I +am in tears because I have not a husband, while +you see Lady Tremor every day in tears for the +very opposite cause?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> No matter—women like a husband +through pride—and I have known a woman marry +from that very motive, even a man she has been +ashamed of.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Why, then I dare say, poor Lady Tremor +married from pride.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Yes;—and I'll let her know pride is +painful.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> But, Sir, her Ladyship's philosophy—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> She has no philosophy.</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Enter Lady</i> Tremor <i>and</i> Twineall. + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Where is his Lordship? What have +you done with him?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> He's speaking a word to Mr. Meanright +about his passport to England.—Did you mean +me, Sir Luke, that had no philosophy? I protest, +I have a great deal.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> When? where did you shew it?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Why, when the servant at my Lady +Grissel's threw a whole urn of boiling water upon +your legs, did I give any proofs of female weakness? +did I faint, scream, or even shed a tear?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> No—no—very true—and while I lay +sprawling on the carpet, I could see you fanning +and holding the smelling bottle to the Lady of the +house, begging her not to make herself uneasy, +"for that the accident was of no manner of consequence."</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Dear Sir, don't be angry;—I am sure her +Ladyship spoke as she thought.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> I suppose she did, Miss.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> I mean—she thought the accident might +be easily got the better of—She thought you +might be easily recovered.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> No, indeed, I did not—but I thought +Sir Luke had frequently charged me with the +want of patience; and that moment, the very +thing in the world I cou'd have wished, happened—on +purpose to give me an opportunity to prove +his accusation false.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Very well, Madam—but did not the +whole company cry shame on your behaviour? did +not they say, it was not the conduct of a wife?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Only our particular acquaintance cou'd +say so—for the rest of the company, I am sure, +did not take me to be your wife—thank Heaven, +our appearances never betray that secret—do you +think we look like the same flesh and blood?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> That day, in particular, we did not—for +I remember you had been no less than three +hours at your toilet.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> And, indeed, Sir Luke, if you were to +use milk of roses, and several other little things +of that kind, you can't think how much more +like a fine gentleman you wou'd look.—Such +things as those make, almost, all the difference +there is between you and such a gentleman as +Mr. Twineall.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> No, pardon me, Madam—a face like +<i>mine</i> may use those things—but in Sir Luke's, they +wou'd entirely destroy that fine martial appearance—[<i>Sir</i> +Luke <i>looks confounded</i>.] which women as +well as men admire—for, as valour is the first ornament +of <i>our</i> sex<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> What are you saying, Mr. Twineall? +[<i>Aside.</i>] I'll keep him on this subject if I can.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> I was going to observe, Madam—that the +reputation of a General—which puts me in mind, +Sir Luke, of an account I read of a battle—[<i>He +crosses over to Sir</i> Luke, <i>who turns up the Stage in +the utmost confusion, and steals out of the room</i>.]</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Well, Sir—go on—go on—you were +going to introduce—</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> A battle, Madam—but, Sir Luke is gone!</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Never mind that, Sir—he generally runs +away on these occasions.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>Coming back.</i>] What were you saying, +Aurelia, about a husband?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> She did not speak.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> To be sure, Ladies in India do get +husbands very quick.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Not always—I am told, Sir Luke<span class="nowrap">——</span>Women +of family, [<i>fixing his eyes stedfastly on Lady</i> +Tremor.] indeed, may soon enter into the matrimonial +state—but the rich men in India, we are +told in England, are grown lately very particular +with whom they marry, and there is not a man of +any repute that will now look upon a woman as +a wife, unless she is descended from a good family. +[<i>Looking at Lady</i> Tremor, <i>who walks up the Stage +and steals off, just as Sir</i> Luke <i>had done before</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> I am very sorry—very sorry to say, +Mr. Twineall, that has not been always the case.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Then I am very sorry too, Sir Luke; for +it is as much impossible that a woman, who is +not born of a good family, can be—</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Lady</i> Tremor <i>returns</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> That is just what I say—they <i>cannot</i> +be—</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Sir Luke, let me tell you—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> It does not signify <i>telling</i>, my dear,—you +have <i>proved</i> it.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> [<i>To</i> Twineall.] Sir, let me tell <i>you</i>—</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> O! O! my dear Madam, 'tis all in +vain—there is no such thing—it can't be—there is +no pleading against conviction—a person of low +birth must, in every particular, be a terrible +creature.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>Going to her.</i>] A terrible creature! a +terrible creature!</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Here comes my Lord Flint—I'll appeal to +him.</p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter Lord</i> Flint.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>Going to him.</i>] My Lord, I was saying, +as proof that our great Sultan, who now fills +this throne, is no impostor, (as the rebel party +wou'd insinuate) no low-born man, but of the +Royal Stock; his conduct palpably evinces—for, +had he not been nobly born, we shou'd have beheld +the Plebeian bursting forth upon all occasions +[<i>Looking at Lady</i> Tremor] and then, Heaven help +all those who had had any dealings with him!</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Provoking!</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Goes up the stage.</i></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Sir Luke, is there a doubt of the Emperor's +birth and title? he is the real Sultan, depend +upon it—it surprises me to hear you talk with +the smallest uncertainty.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> O, Sir Luke, I wonder at it too, [<i>Aside +to Lord</i> Flint.] and yet, damn me, my Lord, if I +have not my doubts.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Lord</i> Flint <i>starts</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke. I</i>, my Lord? far be it from me! I +was only saying what other people said; for my +part <i>I</i> never harboured a doubt of the kind.—[<i>Aside.</i>] +My head begins to nod, only for that +word—pray Heaven, I may die with it on!—I +shou'd not like to lose my head—nor shou'd I like +to die by a bullet—nor by a small sword—and a +cannon ball wou'd be as disagreeable, as any +thing, I know—it is very odd—but I never yet +could make up my mind, in what manner I shou'd +like to go out of the world. [<i>During this speech.</i> +Twineall <i>is paying court to Lord</i> Flint; <i>they come forward +and Sir</i> Luke <i>retires</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Your temerity astonishes me!</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> I must own, my Lord, I feel somewhat +aukward in saying it to your Lordship—but my +own heart—my own conscience—my own sentiments—they +<i>are</i> my own—and they are dear to +me.—And so it is—the Sultan does not appear to +be [<i>With significance.</i>] that great man some people +think him.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Sir, you astonish me—pray what is your +name? I have forgotten it.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Twineall, my Lord—the honourable Henry +Twineall—your Lordship does me great honour +to ask—arrived this morning from England, +as your Lordship may remember—in the ship +Mercury, my Lord—and all the officers on board +speaking with the highest admiration and warmest +terms of your Lordship's official character.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Why, then, Mr. Twineall, I am very +sorry—</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> And so am I, my Lord, that your sentiments +and mine shou'd so far disagree, as I <i>know</i> +they do.—I am not unacquainted with your firm +adherence to the Emperor—but I am unused to +disguise my thoughts—I cou'd not, if I wou'd—I +have no little views—no sinister motives—no +plots—no intrigues—no schemes of preferment,—and +I verily believe that if a large scymitar was +now directed at my head—or a large pension directed +to my pocket—(in the first case at least) I +shou'd speak my mind.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> [<i>Aside.</i>] A dangerous young man this! +and I may make something of the discovery.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> [<i>Aside.</i>] It tickles him to the soul, I find.—My +Lord, now I begin to be warm on the subject, +I feel myself quite agitated—and, from the +intelligence which I have heard, even when I was +in England,—there is every reason to suppose<span class="nowrap">——</span>exm—exm—exm—[<i>Mutters.</i>]</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> What, Sir? what?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> You understand me.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> No, Sir—explain.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Why, then, there is every reason to suppose—some +people are not what they shou'd be—pardon +my thoughts, if they are wrong.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I <i>do</i> pardon your thoughts, with all my +heart—but your words, young man, must be +answer'd for [<i>Aside.</i>] Lady Tremor, good morning.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> [<i>Aside.</i>] He is going to ruminate on my +sentiments, I dare say.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Shall we have your Lordship's company +towards the evening? Mr. Haswell will be here; +if your Lordship has no objection?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> How do you know Mr. Haswell will +be here?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Because he has just called, in his way to +the Palace, and said so—and he has been telling +us some very interesting stories too.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Of his morning visits, I suppose—I +heard Meanright say he saw him very busy.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Sir Luke and I dine out, my Lord; but +we shall return early in the evening.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I will be here, without fail.—Sir Luke, +a word with you if you please—[<i>They come forward.</i>] +Mr. Twineall has taken some very improper liberties +with the Sultan's name, and I must insist +on making him answer for it.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> My Lord, you are extremely welcome +[<i>Trembling.</i>] to do whatever your Lordship pleases +with any one belonging to me, or to my house—but +I hope your Lordship will pay some regard to +the master of it.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> O! great regard to the master—and to +the mistress also.—But for that gentleman<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Do <i>what</i> your Lordship pleases.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I will—and I will make him—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> If your Lordship does not forget it.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I shan't forget it, Sir Luke—I have a +very good memory, when I please.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> I don't, in the least, doubt it, my Lord—I +never did doubt it.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> And I can be very severe too, Sir Luke, +when I please.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> I don't, in the least, doubt it, my +Lord—I never did doubt it.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> You may depend upon seeing me here in +the evening—and then you shall find I have not +threatened more than I mean to perform—good +morning!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Good morning, my Lord—I don't in +the least doubt it.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exit Lord</i> Flint.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> [<i>Coming forward with</i> Twineall.] For +Heaven's sake, Mr. Twineall, what has birth to +do with—</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> It has to do with <i>every thing</i>, Madam—even +with beauty—and I wish I may suffer death, +if a woman, with all the mental and personal accomplishments +of the finest creature in Europe, +wou'd to me be of that value, [<i>Snapping his fingers.</i>] +if lowly born.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> And I sincerely wish every man who +visits me was of the same opinion.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> For shame, Mr. Twineall! persons of mean +birth ought not to be despised for what it was not +in their power to prevent—and if it is a misfortune, +you shou'd consider them only as objects of +pity.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> And so I do pity them—and so I do—most +sincerely—poor creatures!</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Looking on Lady</i> Tremor.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Aye, now he has mended it finely.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Mr. Twineall, let me tell you—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> My dear—Lady Tremor—[<i>Taking +her aside.</i>] let him alone—let him go on—there is +something preparing for him he little expects—so +let the poor man say and do what he pleases, for +the present—it won't last long—for he has offended +my Lord Flint, and, I dare say his Lordship will +be able, upon some account or another, to get +him imprisoned for life.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Imprisoned! Why not take off his head +at once?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Well, my dear—I am sure I have +no objection—and I dare say my Lord will have it +done, to oblige you.—Egad, I must make friends +with her to keep mine safe. <span class="ex">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Do you mean to take him out to dinner +with us?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Yes, my dear, if you approve of it—not +else.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> You are grown extremely polite.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Yes, my dear, his Lordship has taught +me how to be polite.—Mr. Twineall, Lady Tremor +and I are going to prepare for our visit, and +I will send a servant to shew you to your apartment, +in order to dress, for you will favour us +with your company, I hope?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Certainly, Sir Luke, I shall do myself +the honour.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Come this way, Aurelia, I can't bear to +look at him.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exit with</i> Aurelia.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Nor I to <i>think</i> of him. <span class="ex">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> If I have not settled my business in this +family, I am mistaken—they seem to have but one +mind about me.—Devilish clever fellow, egad!—I +am the man to send into the world—such a volatile, +good-looking scoundrel too! No one suspects +me<span class="nowrap">——</span>to be sure I am under some few obligations +to my friend for letting me into the different +characters of the family—and yet I don't +know whether I am obliged to him or not—for if +he had not made me acquainted with them—I +shou'd soon have had the skill to find them out +myself.—No; I will not think myself under any +obligation to him—it is devilish inconvenient for +a gentleman to be under an obligation. <span class="ex">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> + +<p> </p> +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><span class="wide">SCENE II.</span> <i>The Palace. The Sultan discovered<br /> +with guards and officers attending.</i><br /> +<br /> +Haswell <i>is conducted in by an officer</i>.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Sir, you are summoned to receive our thanks, +for the troops restored to health by your kind prescriptions.—Ask +a reward adequate to your services.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Sultan—the reward I ask, is to preserve +more of your people still.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> How more? my subjects are in health—no +contagion reigns amongst them.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> The prisoner is your subject—there misery—more +contagious than disease, preys on the +lives of hundreds—sentenced but to confinement, +their doom is death.—Immured in damp and +dreary vaults, they daily perish—and who can tell +but that amongst the many hapless sufferers, there +may be hearts, bent down with penitence to Heaven +and you, for every slight offence—there may be +some amongst the wretched multitude, even innocent +victims.—Let me seek them out—let me save +them, and you.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Amazement! retract your application—curb +this weak pity; and receive our thanks.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Curb my pity?—and what can I receive in +recompence for that soft bond, which links me +to the wretched?—and while it sooths their sorrow +repays me more, than all the gifts or homage of +an empire.<span class="nowrap">——</span>But if repugnant to your plan of +government—not in the name of pity—but of justice.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Justice!<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> The justice which forbids all but the worst +of criminals to be denied that wholesome air the +very brute creation freely takes; at least allow +them <i>that</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Consider, Sir, for whom you plead—for +men, (if not base culprits) yet so misled, so depraved, +they are offensive to our state, and deserve +none of its blessings.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> If not upon the undeserving,—if not upon +the hapless wanderer from the paths of rectitude,—where +shall the sun diffuse his light, or the clouds +distil their dew? Where shall spring breathe +fragrance, or autumn pour its plenty?</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Sir, your sentiments, but much more your +character, excite my curiosity. They tell me, +in our camps, you visited each sick man's bed,—administered +yourself the healing draught,—encouraged +our savages with the hope of life, or +pointed out their <i>better</i> hope in death.<span class="nowrap">——</span>The widow +speaks your charities—the orphan lisps your +bounties—and the rough Indian melts in tears to +bless you.<span class="nowrap">——</span>I wish to ask <i>why</i> you have done all +this?—What is it prompts you thus to befriend +the wretched and forlorn?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> In vain for me to explain—the time it +wou'd take to tell you why I act thus<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Send it in writing then.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Nay, if you will <i>read</i>, I'll send a book, +in which is <i>already</i> written why I act thus.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> What book?—What is it called?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> "The Christian Doctrine." [Haswell +<i>bows here with the utmost reverence</i>.] There you +will find all I have done was but my duty.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> [<i>To the Guards.</i>] Retire, and leave me +alone with the stranger. [<i>All retire except</i> Haswell +<i>and the</i> Sultan. <i>They come forward.</i>]</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Your words recall reflections that distract +me; nor can I bear the pressure on my mind +without confessing—I am a Christian.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> A Christian!—What makes you thus assume +the apostate?</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Misery, and despair.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> What made you a Christian?</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> My Arabella,—a lovely European, sent hither +in her youth, by her mercenary parents, to +sell herself to the prince of all these territories. +But 'twas my happy lot, in humble life, to win +her love, snatch her from his expecting arms, +and bear her far away—where, in peaceful solitude +we lived, till, in the heat of the rebellion +against the late Sultan, I was forced from my +happy home to bear a part.—I chose the imputed +rebels side, and fought for the young aspirer.—An +arrow, in the midst of the engagement, pierced +his heart; and his officers, alarmed at the terror +this stroke of fate might cause amongst their +troops, urged me (as I bore his likeness) to counterfeit +it farther, and shew myself to the soldiers +as their king recovered. I yielded to their suit, +because it gave me ample power to avenge the +loss of my Arabella, who had been taken from +her home by the merciless foe, and barbarously +murdered.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Murdered!</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> I learnt so—and my fruitless search to find +her since has confirmed the intelligence.—Frantic +for her loss, I joyfully embraced a scheme which +promised vengeance on the enemy—it prospered,—and +I revenged my wrongs and her's, with such +unsparing justice on the foe, that even the men +who made me what I was, trembled to reveal their +imposition; and they find it still their interest to +continue it.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Amazement!</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Nay, they fill my prisons every day with +wretches, that dare whisper I am not the real Sultan, +but a stranger. The secret, therefore, I +myself safely relate in private: the danger is to +him who speaks it again; and, with this caution, +I trust, it is safe with you.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> It was, without that caution.—Now hear +me.<span class="nowrap">——</span>Involved in deeds, in cruelties, which your +better thoughts revolt at, the meanest wretch +your camps or prisons hold, claims not half the +compassion <i>you</i> have excited. Permit me, then, +to be your comforter, as I have been theirs.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Impossible!</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> In the most fatal symptoms I have undertaken +the body's cure. The mind's disease, perhaps, +I'm not less a stranger to—Oh! trust the +noble patient to my care.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> How will you begin?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Lead you to behold the wretched in their +misery, and then shew you yourself in their deliverer.<span class="nowrap">——</span>I +have your promise for a boon—'tis this.—Give +me the liberty of six that I shall name, +now in confinement, and be yourself a witness +of their enlargement.—See joy lighted in the +countenance where sorrow still has left its rough +remains.—Behold the tear of rapture chase away +that of anguish—hear the faultering voice, long +used to lamentation, in broken accents, utter +thanks and blessings.—Behold this scene, and if +you find the medicine ineffectual, dishonour your +physician.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> I will behold it.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Come, then, to the governor's house this +very night—into that council room so often perverted +to the use of the torture; and there, unknown +to them as their king, you shall be witness +to all the grateful heart can dictate, and enjoy all +that benevolence can taste.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> I will meet you there.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> In the evening?</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> At ten precisely.—Guards, conduct the +stranger from the palace. <span class="ex">[<i>Exit Sultan.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Thus far advanced, what changes may not +be hoped for? <span class="ex">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> +<p> </p> + +<h5><span class="wide">END OF THE THIRD ACT.</span></h5> +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> + +<h3><span class="wide">ACT IV.</span></h3> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><span class="wide">SCENE I.</span> <i>An Apartment at Sir</i> Luke'<i>s</i>.<br /> +<br /> +<i>Enter</i> Elvirus <i>and</i> Aurelia.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Elvirus.</i> Oh my Aurelia! since the time I first saw you—since +you left the pleasant spot, where I first beheld +you; what distress, what anguish have we known?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Your family?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Yes—and that caused the silence which +I hope you have lamented.—I could not wound +you with the recital of our misfortunes—and now, +only with the sad idea that I shall never see you +more, I am come to take my leave.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Is there a chance that we may never meet +again?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> There is—and I hope it too—sincerely +hope and request it—to see you again, wou'd be +again to behold my father pining in misery.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Explain— [<i>A loud rapping at the door.</i>] +that is, Sir Luke, and Lady Tremor—what shall +I say, shou'd they come hither? they suspect I correspond +with some person in the country—who +shall I say you are? upon what business can I say +you are come?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> To avoid all suspicion of my real situation, +and to be sure to gain admittance, I put on this +habit, and told the servant, when I inquired for +you, I was just arrived from England—[<i>She starts.</i>] +nay, it was but necessary I should conceal who I +was in this suspicious place, or I might plunge a +whole family in the imputed guilt of mine.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Good Heaven!</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> I feared, besides, there was no other means; +no likelihood to gain admission—and what, what +wou'd I not have sacrificed, rather than left you +for ever without a last farewell? think on these +weighty causes, and pardon the deception.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> But if they should ask me—</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Say, as I have done—my stay must be so +short, it is impossible they shou'd detect me—for +I must be back—</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Where?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> No matter where—I must be back before +the evening—and would almost wish never to see +you more—I love you, Aurelia—O, how truly! +and yet there is a love more dear, more sacred still.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> You torture me with suspense—Sir Luke +is coming this way—what name shall I say, if he +asks me?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Glanmore—I announced that name to the +servant.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> You tremble.</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> The imposition hurts me—and I feel as +if I dreaded a detection, though 'tis scarce possible—Sorrows +have made a coward of me—even the +servant, I thought, looked at me with suspicion—and +I was both confounded and enraged.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Go into this apartment; I'll follow you—there +we may be safe—and do not hide the smallest +circumstance which I may have to apprehend.</p> + +<p class="right">[Elvirus <i>exit at a door</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>Without.</i>] Abominable! provoking! +impertinent! not to be borne!</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> [<i>Listening.</i>] Thank Heaven, Sir Luke is +so perplexed with some affairs of his own, he may +not think of mine.—</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exit to</i> Elvirus.</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Enter Sir</i> Luke, <i>followed by Lady</i> Tremor. + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> I am out of all patience—and all +temper—did you ever hear of such a compleat +impertinent coxcomb? Talk, talk, talk, continually! +and referring to me on all occasions! "Such +a man was a brave General—another a great +Admiral," and then he must tell a long story +about a siege, and ask me if it did not make my +bosom glow!</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> It had not that effect upon your face, for +you were as white as ashes.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Aye, you did not see yourself, while +he was talking of grandfathers and great grandfathers—if +you had—</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> I was not white, I protest.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> No—but you were as red as scarlet.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> And you ought to have resented the insult, +if you saw me affected by it—Oh! some men +wou'd have given him such a dressing—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Yes, my dear, if your uncle the frisseur +had been alive, he wou'd have given him a +dressing, I dare say.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Sir Luke, none of your impertinence; +you know I can't nor won't bear it—neither will I +wait for Lord Flint's resentment on Mr. Twineall—No, +I desire you will tell him to quit this roof +immediately.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> No, my dear—no, no—you must excuse +me—I can't think of quarrelling with a gentleman +in my own house.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Was it your own house to day at dinner +when he insulted us? and would quarrel then?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> No—that was a friend's house—and +I make it a rule never to quarrel in my own house—a +friend's house—in a tavern—or in the streets.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Well, then, I would quarrel in my own +house—a friend's house—a tavern—or in the streets—if +any one offended <i>me</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> O, my dear, I have no doubt of it—no +doubt, in the least.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> But, at present, it shall be in my own +house,—and I will tell the gentleman to quit it +immediately.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Very well, my dear—pray do.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> I suppose, however, I may tell him I +have your authority to bid him go?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Tell him I have no authority—none +in the world over you—but that you will do as +you like.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> I can't tell him so—he won't believe it.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Why not? you often tell me so, and +<i>make</i> me believe it too.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Here the gentleman comes—go away +for a moment.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> With all my heart, my dear.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Going in a hurry.</i></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> I'll give him a few hints, that he must +either change his mode of behaviour, or leave +us.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> That's right—but don't be too warm—or +if he should be very impertinent, or insolent—(I +hear Aurelia's voice in the next room) +call <i>her</i>, and I dare say she'll come and take your +part.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exit Sir</i> Luke.</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Twineall. + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> I positively could pass a whole day upon +that stair-case—those reverend faces—I presume +they are the portraits of some of your Ladyship's +illustrious ancestors.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Sir! Mr. Twineall—give me leave to +tell you—</p> +<p class="right">[<i>In a violent passion.</i></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> The word illustrious, I find, displeases +you—pardon me—I did not mean to make use of +so forcible an epithet—I know the delicacy of +sentiment, which cannot bear the reflection that +a few centuries only shou'd reduce from royalty, +one, whose dignified deportment seems to have +been formed for that resplendent station.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> The man is certainly mad!<span class="nowrap">——</span>Mr. +Twineall—</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Pardon me, Madam—I own I am an enthusiast +on these occasions—the dignity of blood—</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> You have too much, I am sure—do, +have a little taken from you.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Gladly wou'd I lose every drop that fills +these plebeian veins, to be enobled by the smallest<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Pray, Sir, take up your abode in some +other place.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Madam! <span class="ex">[<i>Surprised.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Your behaviour, Sir—</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> If my friend had not given me the hint, +damn me if I shou'd not think her down right +angry. <span class="ex">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> I can scarce contain my rage at being so +laugh'd at. <span class="ex">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> I'll mention the wig<span class="nowrap">——</span>this is the time—[<i>Aside.</i>] +Perhaps you may resent it, Madam—but +there is a favour—</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> A favour, Sir! is this a time to ask a +favour?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> To an admirer of antiquity, as I am.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Antiquity again!</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> I beg pardon<span class="nowrap">——</span>but<span class="nowrap">——</span>a wig, Ma'am—</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> A what? <span class="ex">[<i>Petrified.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> A wig. <span class="ex">[<i>Bowing.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Oh! oh! oh! [<i>Choaking.</i>] this is not to +be borne—this is too much—ah! ah! [<i>Sitting +down, and going into fits.</i>] a direct, plain, palpable, +and unequivocal attack upon my family—without +evasion or palliative.—I can't bear it any longer.—Oh! +oh!— <span class="ex">[<i>Shrieking.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Bless my soul, what shall I do? what's +the matter?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>Without.</i>] Maids! maids! go to your +mistress—that good-for-nothing fellow is doing +her a mischief.</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Aurelia. + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Dear Madam, what is the matter?</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Enter Sir</i> Luke, <i>and stands close to the scenes</i>. + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Oh! oh! <span class="ex">[<i>Crying.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> How do you do now, my dear?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Upon my word, Sir Luke—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> O, Sir, no apology—it does not signify—never +mind it—I beg you won't put yourself +to the trouble of an apology—it is of no kind +of consequence.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> What do you mean, Sir Luke? <span class="ex">[<i>Recovered.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> To shew proper philosophy, my dear, +under the affliction I feel for your distress.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> [<i>To</i> Aurelia.] Take Twineall out of the +room.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Mr. Twineall, her Ladyship begs you'll +leave the room, till she is a little recovered.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Certainly. [<i>Bows respectfully to her Ladyship, +and exit with</i> Aurelia.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> I thought what you wou'd get by +quarrelling—fits—and tears.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> And you know, Sir Luke, if you had +quarrelled, you wou'd have been in the same situation. +[<i>Rising from her seat.</i>] But, Sir Luke, my +dear, Sir Luke, show yourself a man of courage +but on this occasion.—</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> My dear, I wou'd do as much for +you as I wou'd for my own life—but damn me if +I think I could fight to save that.</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Enter Lord</i> Flint. + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Lady Tremor, did the servant say you +were very well, or very ill?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Oh, my Lord, that insolent coxcomb, the +honourable Mr. Twineall—</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Oh, I am very glad you put me in mind +of it—I dare say I shou'd have forgot it else, notwithstanding +I came on purpose.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Forgot what?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> A little piece of paper here, [<i>Pulling out +a parchment.</i>] but it will do a great deal—has he +offended you?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Beyond bearing.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I am glad of it, because it gives double +pleasure to my vengeance—he is a disaffected person, +Madam—boldly told me he doubted the Sultan's +right to the throne—I have informed against +him, and his punishment is at my option—I may +have him imprisoned; shot; sent to the gallies; +or his head cut off—but which does your Ladyship +chuse?—Which ever you please is at your service. <span class="ex">[<i>Bowing.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> [<i>Rising and curtsying.</i>] O, they are all +alike to me; which ever you please, my Lord.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> What a deal of ceremony!—how cool +they are about it.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> And why not cool, Sir; why not cool?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> O, very true—I am sure it has froze +me.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> I will go instantly, for fear it shou'd +slip my memory, and put this paper into the hands +of proper officers—in the mean time, Sir Luke, +if you can talk with your visitor, Mr. Twineall, +do—inquire his opinion of the Sultan's rights—ask +his thoughts, as if you were commissioned by +me—and, while he is revealing them to you, the +officers shall be in ambush, surprise him in the +midst of his sentiments, and bear him away to—</p> + +<p class="right">[Twineall <i>looking in</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> May I presume to inquire how your Ladyship +does?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> O, yes—and pray walk in—I am quite +recovered.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Lady Tremor, I bid you good day for +the present.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>Following him to the door.</i>] Your Lordship +won't forget?</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> No—depend upon it, I shall remember.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Yes—and make some other people remember +too.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exit Lord</i> Flint.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Is his Lordship gone? I am very sorry.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> No—don't be uneasy, he'll soon be +back.</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Haswell. + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Mr. Haswell, I am glad to see you.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I told her Ladyship I would call in the +evening, Sir Luke; and so I have kept my word—I +wanted too to speak with my Lord Flint, but he +was in such a hurry as he passed me, he wou'd +hardly let me ask him how he did.—I hope your +Ladyship is well this afternoon.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Bows to</i> Twineall—<i>Sir</i> +Luke <i>exit at the door to</i> Aurelia <i>and</i> Elvirus.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Pardon me, Mr. Haswell, but I almost +suspect you heard of her Ladyship's indisposition, +and therefore paid this visit; for I am not to learn +your care and attention to all under affliction.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> [<i>Bows gravely.</i>] Has your Ladyship been +indisposed then?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> A little—but I am much better.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Surely, of all virtues, charity is the first! +it so protects our neighbour!</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Do not you think, Sir, <i>patience</i> frequently +protects him as much?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Dear Sir—pity for the poor miserable—</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Is oftener excited than the poor and miserable +are aware of.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Looking significantly at him.</i></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>From the room where</i> Aurelia <i>and</i> Elvirus +<i>are</i>.] Nay, Sir, I beg you will walk into +this apartment—Aurelia, introduce the gentleman +to Lady Tremor.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Who has she with her?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Aurelia!—O! I have not seen her I +know not when—and besides my acquaintance +with her relations in England, there is a frank +simplicity about her that—</p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter Sir</i> Luke, Aurelia, <i>and</i> Elvirus.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> You shou'd have introduced the gentleman +before—I assure you, Sir, [<i>To</i> Elvirus.] I +did not know, nor shou'd I have known, if I had +not accidentally come into the room.</p> + +<p class="right">[Haswell <i>starts, on seeing</i> Elvirus.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>To Lady</i> Tremor.] A relation of Aurelia's—a +Mr. Glanmore, my dear, just arrived +from England; who call'd to pass a few minutes +with us, before he sets off to the part of India +he is to reside in. [Elvirus <i>and</i> Aurelia <i>appear in +the utmost embarrassment and confusion</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> I hope, Sir, your stay with us will not +be so short as Sir Luke has mentioned?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Pardon me, Madam, it must—the caravan, +with which I travel, goes off this evening, +and I must accompany it.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> [<i>Aside.</i>] I doubted before; but the voice +confirms me.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Looking on</i> Elvirus.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Why, you only arrived this morning, +did you, Mr. Glanmore? you came passenger in +the same ship, then, with Mr. Twineall?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> No, Madam—Sir, I am very sorry we +had not the pleasure of your company on board of +us. <span class="ex">[<i>To</i> Elvirus.</span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> You had;—Mr. Glanmore came over +in the Mercury—did not you tell me so, Sir?</p> + +<p class="right">[Elvirus <i>bows</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Bless my soul, Sir! I beg your pardon—but +surely that cannot be—I got acquainted with +every soul on board of us—every creature—all +their connections—and I can scarcely suppose you +were of the number.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>Aside.</i>] How impertinent he is to +this gentleman too! O! that I had but courage +to knock him down.</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> [<i>To</i> Twineall.] Perhaps, Sir—</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Yes, I dare say, that was the case.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> What was the case, Madam?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Wha—wha—wha—[<i>Mimicks.</i>] that is +not good breeding.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Why do you blush, Aurelia?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Because [<i>Hesitating.</i>] this gentleman<span class="nowrap">——</span>came +over in the same ship with Mr. Twineall.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> And I <ins title="original has cant't">can't</ins> say I wonder at your +blushing.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Why then positively, Sir, I thought I +had known every passenger<span class="nowrap">——</span>and surely—</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Mr. Twineall, your behaviour puts me +out of all patience—did you not hear the gentleman +say he came in the same vessel; and is not +that sufficient?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Perfectly, Madam—perfectly—but I +thought there might be some mistake.</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> And there is, Sir—you find you are mistaken.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> I thought so.<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> [<i>To</i> Elvirus.] And you <i>did</i> come in the +same vessel?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Sir, do <i>you</i> doubt it?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Doubt it?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Dare not doubt it.—[<i>Trembling and confused.</i></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Dare not?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> No, Sir, dare not. <span class="ex">[<i>Violently.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Oh, heavens!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>To</i> Aurelia.] Come, my dear, you +and I will get out of the way.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Retiring with her.</i></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> O, dear!—for heaven's sake!—Mr. +Twineall, this is your doing.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Me, Madam!<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I beg the company's pardon—but [<i>To</i> +Elvirus.] a single word with you, Sir, if you +please.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Dear Mr. Haswell<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Trust my prudence and forbearance, Madam—I +will but speak a word in private to this +gentleman.—[Haswell <i>takes</i> Elvirus <i>down to the +bottom of the stage; the rest retire</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Are you, or are you not, an impostor?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> I am—I am—but do not you repeat my +words—Do not <i>you</i> say it. <span class="ex">[<i>Threatening.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> What am I to fear?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Fear <i>me</i>—I cannot lie with fortitude; +but I can<span class="nowrap">——</span>Beware of me.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I <i>will</i> beware of you, and so shall all my +friends.</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Insolent, insulting man.—[<i>With the utmost +contempt.</i></p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Lady</i> Tremor <i>and the rest come down</i>. + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Come, come, gentlemen, I hope you +are now perfectly satisfied about this little nonsense.—Let +us change the subject.—Mr. Haswell, +have you been successful before the Sultan for any +of those poor prisoners you visited this morning?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Aye; Meanright told me he saw you +coming from them with your long cloak; and said +he shou'd not have known you, if somebody had +not said it was you.</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent">[Elvirus <i>looks with surprise, confusion, and repentance</i>.] + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> But what success with the Sultan?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> He has granted me the pardon and freedom +of any six I shall present as objects of his +mercy.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> I sincerely rejoice.—Then the youth and +his father, whom you felt so much for, I am sure, +will be in the number of those who share your +clemency.</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent">[Haswell <i>makes no reply, and after a pause</i>]— + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> [<i>With the most supplicatory tone and manner.</i>] +Sir—Mr. Haswell—O, heavens!</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Come, Mr. Haswell, this young man +seems sorry he has offended you—forgive him.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Aye, do, Mr. Haswell—are you sorry, +Sir?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> O! wounded to the heart—and, without +his pardon, see nothing but despair.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Good heavens!</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Sir Luke, my Lord Flint told me he was +coming back directly—pray inform him I had +business elsewhere, and cou'd wait no longer. <span class="ex">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> O! I'm undone.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Follow him, if you have any thing to +say?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> I <i>dare</i> not—I feel the terror of his just reproach.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Did you know him in England?</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Dear Madam, will you suffer me to speak +a few words<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> +<p class="right">[<i>Aside to Lady</i> Tremor.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Aye; leave her and her relation together, +and let us take a turn in the garden with +Mr. Twineall.—I'm afraid his Lordship will be +back before we have drawn him to say more on +the subject, for which he will be arrested.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> You are right.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Mr. Twineall, will you walk this +way?—That young lady and gentleman wish to +have a little conversation.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> O, certainly, Sir Luke, by all means.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt Sir</i> Luke <i>and Lady</i>.</p> + +<p>[<i>To</i> Elvirus.] I am extremely sorry, Sir, you +kept your bed during the voyage: I shou'd else +have been most prodigiously happy in such good +company. <span class="ex">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Why are you thus agitated? It was wrong +to be so impetuous—but such regret as this<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Hear the secret I refused before—my father +is a prisoner for life.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Oh, heavens! then Mr. Haswell was the +only man<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> And he had promised me—promised +me, with benevolence, his patronage—but the +disguise he wore when I first saw him, led me to +mistake him now—made me expose my falsehood, +my infamy, and treat his honour'd person with +abuse.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Aye; let his virtues make you thus +repent; but let them also make you hope forgiveness.</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Nay, he is just, as well as compassionate—and +for detected falsehood<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> You make me tremble.</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Yet he shall hear my story—I'll follow +him, and obtain his pity, if not his pardon.</p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> Nay, supplicate for that too—and you +need not blush, or feel yourself degraded, to <i>kneel</i> +to <span class="smallcaps">him</span>, for he wou'd scorn the pride that triumphs +over the humbled. <span class="ex">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +<p> </p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><span class="wide">SCENE II.</span> <i>The Garden.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Enter Sir</i> Luke, Twineall, <i>and Lady</i> Tremor.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Why, really, Sir Luke, as my Lord has +given you charge to sound my principles, I must +own they are just such as I delivered to him.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Well, Mr. Twineall, I only wish you +to be a little more clear—we will suppose the present +Sultan no impostor—yet what pretensions do +you think the <i>other</i> family<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> That I'll make clear to you at once—or +if my reasons are <i>not</i> very clear, they are at least +very <i>positive</i>, and that you know is the same +thing.—This family—no—that family—the family +that reigned before this—this came after +that—they came before. Now every one agrees +that this family was always—so and so—[<i>whispering.</i>]—and +that the other was always—so and so—[<i>whispering.</i>]—in +short, every body knows that +one of them had always a very suspicious—you +know what<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> No, I don't.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Pshaw—pshaw—every body conjectures +what—and though it was never said in so many +words, yet it was always supposed—and though +there never has been any proof, yet there have +been things much more strong—and for that very +reason, Sir William—(Sir Luke, I mean—I beg +your pardon)—for that very reason—(I can't +think what made me call you Sir William)—<i>for +that very reason</i>—(Oh, I was thinking of Sir +William Tiffany)—for that very reason, say people +what they will—<i>that, that</i> must be their opinion—but +then where is the man who will speak +his thoughts freely as I have done?</p> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"><i>Enter Guards, who had been listening at a distance<br /> +during this speech.</i> + </p> +</div> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> [<i>Starting.</i>] Bless my soul, gentlemen, +you made my heart jump to my very lips.</p> + +<p><i>Guard.</i> [<i>To</i> Twineall.] Sir, you are our prisoner, +and must go with us.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Gentlemen, you are mistaken—I had all +my clothes made in England, and 'tis impossible +the bill can have followed me already.</p> + +<p><i>Guard.</i> Your charge, is something against the +state.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Against the state?—You are mistaken—it +cannot be me.</p> + +<p><i>Guard.</i> No—there is no mistake.—[<i>Pulling out +a paper.</i>]—You are here called Henry Twineall.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> But if they have left out <i>honourable</i>, it +can't be me<span class="nowrap">——</span>I am the Honourable Henry +Twineall.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Aye, that you are to prove before +your judges.</p> + +<p><i>Guard.</i> Yes, Sir—and we are witnesses of the +long speech you have just now been making.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> And pray, gentlemen, did you know +what I meant by it?</p> + +<p><i>Guard.</i> Certainly.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Why, then, upon my soul, it was more +than I did—I wish I may be sacrificed<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Well, well, you are <i>going</i> to be sacrificed—Don't +be impatient.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> But, gentlemen—Sir Luke!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>The Guards seize him.</i></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Dear Mr. Twineall, I am afraid you will +have occasion for the dignity of all my ancestors +to support you under this trial.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> And have occasion for all my courage +too.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> But, Sir—but, gentlemen<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Oh! I wou'd not be in your coat, +fashionable as it is, for all the Sultan's dominions.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit Sir</i> Luke <i>and Lady</i>—Twineall, <i>and<br /> +Guards—separately</i>.</p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h5><span class="wide">END OF THE FOURTH ACT.</span></h5> +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> + +<h3><span class="wide">ACT V.</span></h3> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><span class="wide">SCENE I.</span> <i>The Prison.</i><br /> +<br /> +Haswell <i>and the female Prisoner discovered</i>.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Haswell.</i> Rather remain in this loathsome prison!—refuse +the blessing offered you!—the blessing your +pleased fancy formed so precious you durst not +even trust its reality!</p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> No—while my pleased <i>fancy</i> only saw the +prospect, I own it was delightful; but now reason +beholds it within my reach, the view is +changed—and what, in the gay dream of fond delirium, +seemed a blessing, in my waking hours of +sad reflection would prove the most severe of punishments.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Explain—what is the cause that makes +you think thus?</p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> A cause that has alone for fourteen years +made me resigned to a fate like this.—When you +first mentioned my release from this drear place, +my wild ideas included, with the light, all that had +ever made the light a blessing—'twas not the <i>sun</i> +I saw in my mad transport, but a lost husband +filled my roving fancy—'twas his idea that gave +the colours of the world their beauty, and made +me fondly hope to grasp its sweets.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> A husband!</p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> But the world that I was wont to enjoy +with him—to see again without him—every well-known +object would wound my mind with dear remembrances +for ever lost, and make my freedom +torture.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> But yet<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> Oh! on my knees a thousand times I have +thanked Heaven that <i>he</i> partook not of this dire +abode—that he shared not with me my hard usage!—a +greater blessing I possess'd from that, than all +his loved society cou'd have given—but in a +happy world, where smiling nature pours her +boundless gifts!—oh! there his loss wou'd be unsufferable.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Do you lament him dead?</p> + +<p><i>Pris.</i> Yes—or, like me, a prisoner—else he +wou'd have sought me out—have sought his Arabella!—[Haswell +<i>starts</i>.]—Why do you start?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Are you a Christian?—an European?</p> + +<p><i>Ara.</i> I am.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> The name made me suppose it.—I am +shocked that<span class="nowrap">——</span>the Christian's sufferings—[<i>Trying +to conceal his surprise.</i>]—but were you made a +prisoner in the <i>present</i> Sultan's reign?</p> + +<p><i>Ara.</i> Yes, or I had been set free on his ascent +to the throne; for he gave pardon to all the enemies +of the slain monarch: but I was taken in a +vessel, where I was hurried in the heat of the +battle with a party of the late Emperor's friends—and +all the prisoners were by the officers of the +present Sultan sent to slavery, or confined, as I +have been, in hopes of ransom from their friends.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> And did never intelligence or inquiry +reach you from your husband?</p> + +<p><i>Ara.</i> Never.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Never?</p> + +<p><i>Ara.</i> I once was informed of a large reward for +the discovery of a female Christian, and, with +boundless hopes, asked an interview with the messenger; +but found, on inquiry, <i>I</i> could not answer +his description, as he <i>secretly</i> informed me it +was the Sultan who made the search for one <i>he +himself</i> had known and dearly loved.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Good Heaven!—[<i>Aside.</i>]—You then conclude +your husband dead?</p> + +<p><i>Ara.</i> I do;—or, like me, by some mischance, +taken with the other party, and having no friend +to plead his cause before the Emperor, whom he +served<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> <i>I</i>'ll plead it—should I ever chance to find +him—but, ere we can hope for other kindness, you +must appear before the Sultan—thank him for +the favour which you now decline, and tell the +cause why you cannot accept it.</p> + +<p><i>Ara.</i> Alas! almost worn out with sorrow—an +object of affliction as I am—in pity, excuse me—present +my thanks—my humble gratitude—but +pardon my attendance.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Nay, you must go—it is necessary—I +will accompany you to him.—Retire a moment; +but when I send, be ready.</p> + +<p><i>Ara.</i> I shall obey.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>She bows obediently, and exit.</i></p> + +<p class="right">[<i>As</i> Haswell <i>comes down</i>, Elvirus <i>places<br /> +himself in his path</i>—Haswell <i>stops, looks<br /> +at him with an austere earnestness, which</i><br /> +Elvirus <i>observing, turns away his face</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Nay, reproach me—I can bear your anger, +but do not let me meet your eye—Oh! it is +more awful, now I know who you are, than if +you had kingdoms to disperse, or could deal instant +death.—[Haswell <i>looks on him with a manly +firmness, then walks on</i>, Elvirus <i>following him</i>.]—I +do not plead for my father now.—Since what +has passed, I only ask forgiveness.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Do you forgive yourself?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> I never will.</p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Keeper.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> One of our prisoners, who, in his cell, +makes the most pitious moans, has sent to entreat +that Mr. Haswell will not leave this place till he +has heard his complaints and supplications.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Bring me to him. <span class="ex">[<i>Going.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> Nay, leave me not thus—perhaps never +to see you more!<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> You shall see me again—in the mean time, +reflect on what you merit.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exit with</i> Keeper.</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> And what is that?—Confusion!—and yet, +he says, I am to see him again—speak with him.—Oh! +there's a blessing to the most abandoned, +a divine propensity (they know not why) to commune +with the virtuous! <span class="ex">[<i>Exit.</i></span></p> +<p> </p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><span class="wide">SCENE II.</span> <i>The first Prison Scene.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Enter second</i> Keeper, Haswell <i>following</i>.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Where is the poor unfortunate?</p> + +<p><i>2d Keep.</i> Here, Sir.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Am I to behold greater misery still?—a +still greater object of compassion?</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Second</i> Keeper <i>opens a door, and</i> Twineall <i>enters<br /> +a prisoner, in one of the prison dresses</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> What have we here?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Don't you know me, Mr. Haswell?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I beg your pardon, Sir—I beg your pardon—but +is it?—is it?<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Why, Mr. Haswell—if you don't know +me, or won't know me, I shall certainly lose my +senses.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> O, I know you—know you very well.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> What, notwithstanding the alteration in +my dress?—there was a hard thing!</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> O, I'll procure you that again—and, for +all things else, I'm sure you will have patience.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> O, no, I can't—upon my soul I can't.—I +want a little lavender water—My hair is in such +a trim too!—No powder—no brushes<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I will provide you with them all.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> But who will you provide to look at me, +when I am dress'd?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I'll bring all your acquaintance.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> I had rather you wou'd take me to see +them.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Pardon me.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Dear Mr. Haswell!—Dear Sir!—Dear +friend!—What shall I call you?—Only say what +title you like best, and I'll call you by it directly—I +always did love to please every body—and I +am sure at this time I stand more in need of a friend +than ever I did in my life.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> What has brought you here?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Trying to get a place.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> A place?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Yes; and you see I have got one—and +a poor place it is!—in short, Sir, my crime is +said to be an offence against the state; and they +tell me no friend on earth but you can get that remitted.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Upon my word, the pardons I have obtained +are for so few persons—and those already +promised<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> O, I know I am no favourite of yours—you +think me an impertinent, silly, troublesome +fellow, and that my conduct in life will be neither +of use to my country nor of benefit to society.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> You mistake me, Sir—I think such glaring +imperfections as yours will not be of so +much disadvantage to society as those of a less-faulty +man.—In beholding your conduct, thousands +shall turn from the paths of folly, to which +fashion, custom, nature, (or call it what you will) +impels them;—therefore, Mr. Twineall, if not +pity for your faults, yet a concern for the good +effect they may have upon the world (shou'd you +be admitted there again) will urge me to solicit +your return to it.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Sir, you have such powers of oratory—what +a prodigious capital quality!—and I doubt +not but you are admired by the world equally for +that<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Messenger <i>to</i> Haswell.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Mess.</i> Sir, the Sultan is arrived in the council +chamber, and has sent me. <span class="ex">[<i>Whispers.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I come.—Mr. Twineall, farewell for the +present.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exit with</i> Messenger.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Now, what was that whisper about?—Oh, +heavens! perhaps my death in agitation.—I +have brought myself into a fine situation!—done +it by wheedling too!</p> + +<p><i>2d Keep.</i> Come, your business with Mr. Haswell +being ended, return to your cell. <span class="ex">[<i>Roughly.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Certainly, Sir—certainly!—O, yes!—How +happy is this prison in having such a keeper +as you!—so mild, so gentle—there is something +about you,—I said, and I thought the moment I +had the <i>happiness</i> of meeting you here,—Dear +me!—what wou'd one give for such a gentleman +as him in England!—You wou'd be of infinite +service to some of our young bucks, Sir.</p> + +<p><i>2d Keep.</i> Go to your cell—go to your cell. <span class="ex">[<i>Roughly.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> This world wou'd be nothing without elegant +manners, and elegant people in all stations of +life.—[<i>Enter</i> Messenger, <i>who whispers second</i> Keeper.]—Another +whisper! <span class="ex">[<i>Terrified.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>2d Keep.</i> No; come this way.—The judge is +now sitting in the hall, and you must come before +him.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Before the judge, Sir—O, dear Sir!—what, +in this deshabille?—in this coat?—Dear +me!—but to be sure one must conform to customs—to +the custom of the country where one is.—[<i>He +goes to the door, and then stops.</i>]—I beg your +pardon, Sir—wou'd not you chuse to go first?</p> + +<p><i>2d Keep.</i> No.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> O! <span class="ex">[<i>Exeunt.</i></span></p> +<p> </p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><span class="wide">SCENE III.</span> <i>The Council Chamber.</i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Enter</i> Sultan, Haswell, <i>and</i> Guards.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Sultan, I have out-run your bounty in my +promises; and one poor, unhappy female<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> No—you named yourself the number to +release, and it is fixed—I'll not increase it.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> A poor, miserable female<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Am I less miserable than she is?—And who +shall release me from my sorrows?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Then let me tell you, Sultan, she is above +your power to oblige, or to punish.—Ten years, +nay more, confinement in a drear cell has been no +greater punishment to her, than had she lived in a +pleasant world without the man she loved.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Hah!</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> And freedom offered she rejects with scorn, +because he is not included in the blessing.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> You talk of prodigies!—[<i>He makes a sign +for the Guards to retire, and they exit.</i>]—and yet I +once knew a heart equal to this description.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Nay, will you see her?—Witness yourself +the fact?</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Why do I tremble?—My busy fancy presents +an image<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Yes, tremble, indeed! <span class="ex">[<i>Threatening.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Hah! have a care—what tortures are you +preparing for me?—My mind shrinks at the idea.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Your wife you will behold—whom you +have kept in want, in wretchedness, in a damp +dungeon, for these fourteen years, because you +wou'd not listen to the voice of pity.<span class="nowrap">——</span>Dread her +look—her frown—not for herself alone, but for +hundreds of her fellow sufferers—and while your +selfish fancy was searching, with wild anxiety, for +her <i>you</i> loved, unpitying, you forgot others might +love like you.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> O! do not bring me to a trial which I +have not courage to support.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> She attends without—I sent for her to +thank you for the favour she declines.—Nay, be +composed—she knows <i>you</i> not—cannot, thus disguised +as the Sultan.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> Haswell.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Oh! my Arabella! could I have thought +that your approach wou'd ever impress my mind +with horror!—or that, instead of flying to your +arms with all the love I bear you, terror and +dread shou'd fix me a statue of remorse.</p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Haswell, <i>leading</i> Arabella.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Here kneel, and return your thanks.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> My Arabella! worn with grief and anguish! <span class="ex">[<i>Aside.</i></span></p> + +<p><i>Ara.</i> [<i>Kneeling to the</i> Sultan.] Sultan, the +favour you wou'd bestow, I own, and humbly +thank you for.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Gracious Heaven!</p> +<p class="right">[<i>In much agitation.</i></p> + +<p><i>Ara.</i> But as I am now accustomed to confinement, +and the idea of all the world can give, +cannot inspire a wish that warms my heart to the +enjoyment—I supplicate permission to transfer the +blessing you have offered, to one of those who may +have friends to welcome their return from bondage, +and so make freedom precious.—I have +none to rejoice at <i>my</i> release—none to lament my +destiny while a prisoner.—And were I free, in this +vast world (forlorn and friendless) 'tis but a prison +still.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> What have I done?—[<i>Throwing himself on +a sopha with the greatest emotion.</i></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Speak to him again.—He repents of the +severity with which he has caused his fellow creatures +to be used.—Tell him <i>you</i> forgive him.</p> + +<p><i>Ara.</i> [<i>Going to him.</i>] Believe me, Emperor, I +forgive all who have ever wronged me—all who +have ever caused my sufferings.—Pardon <i>you</i>!—Alas! +I have pardoned even those who tore me +from my husband!—Oh, Sultan! all the tortures +you have made me suffer, compared to such a +pang as that—did I say I had forgiven it?—Oh! +I am afraid—afraid I have not yet.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Forgive it now, then, for he is restored.—[<i>Taking +off his turban.</i>]—Behold him in the +Sultan, and once more seal his pardon.—[<i>She faints +on</i> Haswell.]—Nay, pronounce it quickly, or my +remorse for what you have undergone, will make +my present tortures greater than any my cruelties +have ever yet inflicted.</p> + +<p><i>Ara.</i> [<i>Recovering.</i>] Is this the light you promised?—[<i>To</i> +Haswell.]—Dear precious light!—Is +this my freedom? to which I bind myself a +slave for ever.—[<i>Embracing the</i> Sultan.]—Was I +<i>your</i> captive?—Sweet captivity!—more precious +than an age of liberty!</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Oh, my Arabella! through the amazing +changes of my fate, (which I will soon disclose) +think not but I have searched for <i>thee</i> with unceasing +care; but the blessing to behold you once +again was left for my kind monitor alone to bestow.<span class="nowrap">——</span>Oh, +Haswell! had I, like you, made +others' miseries my concern, like you sought out the +wretched, how many days of sorrow had I spared +myself as well as others—for I long since had +found my Arabella.</p> + +<p><i>Ara.</i> Oh, Heaven! that weighest our sufferings +with our joys, and as our lives decline seest in the +balance thy blessings far more ponderous than thy +judgements—be witness, I complain no more of +what I have endured, but find an ample recompence +this moment.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I told you, Sir, how you might be happy.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> <span class="nowrap">——</span>Take your reward—(to a heart like +yours, more valuable than treasure from my coffers)—this +signet, with power to redress the +<i>wrongs</i> of all who suffer.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Valuable indeed!<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Ara.</i> [<i>To</i> Haswell.] Oh, virtuous man!—to reward +<i>thee</i> are we made happy—to give thy pitying +bosom the joy to see us so, has Heaven remitted +its intended punishment of continued separation.</p> + +<p><i>Sul.</i> Come, my beloved wife!—come to my +palace—there, equally, my dearest blessing, as +when the cottage gave its fewer joys—and in him +[<i>To</i> Haswell.] we not only find our present happiness, +but dwell securely on our future hopes—for +here, I vow, before he leaves our shores, I will +adopt every measure he shall point out—and that +period of my life whereon he shall lay his censure, +that will I fix apart for penitence.—[<i>Exit</i> Sultan +<i>and</i> Arabella.—Haswell <i>bows to Heaven with +thanks</i>.</p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Keeper.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> An English prisoner, just now condemned +to lose his head, one Henry Twineall, humbly +begs permission to speak a few short sentences, his +last dying words, to Mr. Haswell.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Condemned to lose his head?—Lead me +to him.</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> O, Sir, you need not hurry yourself—it +is off by this time, I dare say.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Off?</p> + +<p><i>Keep.</i> Yes, Sir—we don't stand long about +these things in this country—I dare say it is off.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> [<i>Impatiently.</i>] Lead me to him instantly.</p> + +<p><i>Guard.</i> O! 'tis of consequence, is it, Sir?—if +that is the case<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i> Keeper, <i>followed by</i> Haswell.</p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="revind"><span class="wide">SCENE IV.</span> <i>An arch-way at the top of the stage, +through which several Guards enter</i>—Twineall +<i>in the middle, dressed for execution, with a large +book in his hand</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> One more verse, gentlemen, if you please.</p> + +<p><i>Off.</i> The time is expired.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> One more, gentlemen, if you please.</p> + +<p><i>Off.</i> The time is expired.</p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Haswell.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Oh! my dear Mr. Haswell!</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Bursting into tears.</i></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> What, in tears at parting with me?—This +is a compliment indeed!</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> I hope you take it as such—I am sure I +mean it as such.—It kills me to leave <i>you</i>—it +breaks my heart;—and I once flattered myself +such a charitable, good, feeling, humane heart as +you possess<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Hold! Hold!—This, Mr. Twineall, is +the vice which has driven you to the fatal precipice +whereon you are—and in death will you not relinquish +it?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> What vice, Sir, do you mean?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Flattery!—a vice that renders you not +only despicable, but odious.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> But how has flattery been the cause?</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Your English friend, before he left the +island, told me what information you had asked +from him, and that he had given you the direct +<i>opposite</i> of every person's character, as a just punishment +for your mean premeditation and designs.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> I never imagined that amiable friend had +sense enough to impose upon any body!</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Yet I presume, he could not suppose fate +wou'd have carried their resentment to a length +like this.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Oh! cou'd fate be arrested in its course!</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> You wou'd reform your conduct?</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> I wou'd—I wou'd never say another civil +thing to any body—never—never make myself +agreeable again.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Release him—here is the Sultan's signet.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>They release him.</i></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Oh! my dear Mr. Haswell! never was +compassion!—never benevolence!—never such a +heart as yours!<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Sieze him—he has broken his contract +already.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> No, Sir—No, Sir—I protest you are an +illnatured, surly, crabbed fellow. I always thought +so, upon my word, whatever I have said.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> And, I'll forgive <i>that</i> meaning, sooner +than the other—utter any thing but flattery—Oh! +never let the honest, plain, <i>blunt</i> English +name, become a proverb for so base a vice.—</p> + +<p><i>Lady <ins title="original has Ter.">Tre</ins>.</i> [<i>Without.</i>] Where is the poor creature?</p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter Lady</i> Tremor.</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Oh! if his head is off, pray let me +<i>look</i> at it?<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> No, Madam, it is on—and I am very +happy to be able to tell you so.<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Dear Heaven!—I expected to have seen +it off!—but no matter—as it is on—I am come +that it may be kept on—and have brought my +Lord Flint, and Sir Luke, as witnesses.</p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Lord, Aurelia, <i>and</i> Sir Luke. +</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Well, Madam, and what have they to say?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Who are we to tell our story to?—There +does not seem to be any one fitting in judgement.—</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> Tell it to me, Sir—I will report it.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Why then, Mr. Haswell, as Ghosts +sometimes walk—and as one's conscience is sometimes +troublesome—I think Mr. Twineall has +done nothing to merit death, and the charge +which his Lordship sent in against him, we begin +to think too severe—but, if there was any false +statement<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> It was the fault of my not charging my +memory—any error I have been guilty of, must +be laid to the fault of my total want of memory.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> And what do you hope from this confession?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> To remit the prisoner's punishment +of death to something less, if the Sultan will +please to annul the sentence.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> Yes—and grant ten or twelve years imprisonment—or +the Gallies for fourteen years—or<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> Ay, ay, something in that way.</p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> For shame—for shame—Gentlemen!—the +extreme rigour you shew in punishing a dissension +from your opinion, or a satire upon your +folly, proves to conviction, what reward you had +bestowed upon the <i>skilful</i> flatterer.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Gentlemen and Ladies, pray why wou'd +you wish me requited with such extreme severity, +merely for my humble endeavours to make myself +agreeable?—Lady Tremor, upon my honour +I was credibly informed, your ancestors were +Kings of Scotland.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Impossible!—you might as well say that +you heard Sir Luke had distinguished himself at +the battle of<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> And, I <i>did</i> hear so.</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> And he <i>did</i> distinguish himself; for he +was the only one that ran away.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Cou'd it happen?</p> + +<p><i>Lady.</i> Yes, Sir, it did happen.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> And go <i>you</i>, Mr. Twineall, into a +field of battle, and I think it is very likely to happen +again.</p> + +<p><i>Lord.</i> If Mr. Haswell has obtained your pardon, +Sir, it is all very well—but let me advise +you to keep your sentiments on politics to yourself, +for the future—as you value that pretty head +of yours.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> I thank you, Sir—I do value it.</p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Elvirus. +</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Has.</i> [<i>Going to him.</i>] Aurelia, in this letter to +me, has explained your story with so much compassion, +that, for her sake, I must pity it too.—With +freedom to your father, and yourself, the +Sultan restores his forfeited lands—and might I +plead, Sir Luke, for your interest with <ins title="original has Aureila's">Aurelia's</ins> +friends, this young man's filial love, shou'd be +repaid by conjugal affection.</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> As for that, Mr. Haswell, you have +so much interest at court, that your taking the +young man under <ins title="original has you">your</ins> protection<span class="nowrap">——</span>besides, as +Aurelia was sent hither merely to get a husband—I +don't see<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Aur.</i> True, Sir Luke—and I am afraid my father +and mother will begin to be uneasy that I have +not got one yet—and I shou'd be very sorry to +disoblige them.</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> No—say rather, sorry to make me wretched.—</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Taking her hand.</i></p> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter</i> Zedan. +</p> +</div> + +<p><i>Has.</i> My Indian friend, have you received your +freedom?</p> + +<p><i>Zed.</i> Yes—and come to bid you farewell—which +I wou'd <i>never</i> do, had I not a family in +wretchedness till my return—for you shou'd be +my master, and I <i>wou'd</i> be your slave.<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I thank you—may you meet at home every +comfort!</p> + +<p><i>Zed.</i> May you—may you—what shall I say?—May +you once in your life be a prisoner—then +released—to feel such joy, as I feel now!<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Has.</i> I thank you for a wish, that tells me most +emphatically, how much you think I have served +you.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> And, my dear Lord, I sincerely wish you +may once in your life, have your head chopped +off—just to know what I shou'd have felt, in that +situation.<span class="nowrap">——</span></p> + +<p><i>Zed.</i> [<i>Pointing to</i> Haswell.] Are all his country-men +as good as he?</p> + +<p><i>Sir Luke.</i> No-no-no-no—not <i>all</i>—but the worst +of them are good enough to admire him.</p> + +<p><i>Twi.</i> Pray Mr. Haswell, will you suffer all +these encomiums?</p> + +<p><i>Elv.</i> He <i>must</i> suffer them—there are virtues, +which praise cannot taint—such are Mr. Haswell's—for +they are the offspring of a mind, superior +even to the love of fame—neither can they, +through malice, suffer by applause, since they +are too sacred to incite envy, and must conciliate +the respect, the love, and the admiration of all.</p> + +<p> </p> +<h3><span class="wide">FINIS.</span></h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> +<h3><span class="wide">EPILOGUE,</span></h3> + +<h5>Written by <span class="wide">MILES-PETER ANDREWS,</span> Esq.</h5> + +<h5>Spoken by Mrs. <span class="wide">MATTOCKS</span>.</h5> +<p> </p> + +<div class="center"> +<table style="margin: 0 auto" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="epilogue"> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Since all are sprung, they say, from Mother Earth,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Why stamp a merit or disgrace on birth?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Yet so it is, however we disguise it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">All boast their origin, or else despise it.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">This pride or shame haunts ev'ry living soul</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">From Hyde-park Corner, down to Limehouse Hole:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Peers, taylors, poets, statesmen, undertakers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Knights, squires, man-milliners, and peruke-makers.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Sir Hugh Glengluthglin</i>, from the land of goats,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Tho' out at elbows, shews you all his coats;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">And rightful heir to <i>twenty pounds</i> per annum,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Boasts the rich blood that warm'd his great great grannam;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">While wealthy Simon Soapsuds; just be knighted,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Struck with the sword of state, is grown dim sighted,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Forgets the neighbouring chins he used to lather,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">And scarcely knows he ever had a father.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1">Our Author, then, correct in every line,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">From nature's characters hath pictur'd mine;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">For many a lofty fair, who, friz'd and curl'd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">With crest of horse hair, tow'ring thro' the world,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">To powder, paste, and pins, ungrateful grown,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Thinks the full periwig is all her own;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Proud of her conquering ringlets, onward goes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Nor thanks the barber, from whose hands she rose.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1">Thus doth false pride fantastic minds mislead,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">And make our weaker sex seem weak indeed:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Suppose, to prove this truth, in mirthful strain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">We bring the <i>Dripping family</i> again.—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Papa, a tallow chandler by descent,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Had read "how <i>larning</i> is most excellent:"</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">So Miss, returned from boarding school at Bow,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Waits to be finished by Mama and Co.—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>"See, spouse, how spruce our Nan is grown, and tall;</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>I'll lay, she cuts a dash at Lord Mayor's ball."—</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">In bolts the maid—<i>"Ma'am! Miss's master's come"</i>;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Away fly Ma' and Miss to dancing room—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>"Walk in, Mounseer; come</i>, Nan, <i>draw up like me."—</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>"Ma foi! Madame, Miss like you as two pea."—</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Mounseer takes out his kit; the scene begins;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Miss trusses up; my lady Mother grins;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>"Ma'amselle, me teach a you de step to tread;</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>First turn you toe, den turn you littel head;</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>One, two, dree, sinka, risa, balance; bon,</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Now entrechat, and now de cotillon."</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" valign="top">[Singing and dancing about.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>"Pardieu, Ma'amselle be one enchanting girl;</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>Me no surprise to see her ved an Earl.</i>"—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>"With all my heart," says Miss; "Mounseer, I'm ready;</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><i>I dream'd last night, Ma, I should be a Lady."</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1">Thus do the <i>Drippings</i>, all important grown,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Expect to shine with lustre not their own;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">New airs are got; fresh graces, and fresh washes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">New caps, new gauze, new feathers, and new sashes;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Till just complete for conquest at Guildhall,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Down comes an order to suspend the ball.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Miss Shrieks, Ma' scolds, Pa' seems to have lost his tether;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Caps, custards, coronets—all sink together—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Papa resumes his jacket, dips away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">And Miss lives single, till next Lord Mayor's day.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top"><span class="ind1">If such the <i>sorrow</i>, and if such the strife,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">That break the comforts of domestic life,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Look to the hero, who this night appears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Whose boundless excellence the World reveres;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Who, friend to nature, by no blood confin'd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Is the glad relative of all mankind.</td></tr> +</table> +</div> +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> +<table class="sm" border="0" style="background-color: #E6F6FA; margin: 0 auto" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="4" summary="NOTES"> +<tr> +<td colspan="2"> + <div class="center">TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE</div> + +<p class="noindent" style="background-color: #E6F6FA"> +Contemporary spelling, hyphenation and punctuation (including +placement of apostrophes) have generally been retained even where +inconsistent.<br /> +<br /> +The following changes were made and can be identified in the body +of the text by a grey dotted underline:</p> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="w50" align="left" valign="top"><i>Politesse!</i> how shou'd you underderstand what is + real <i>politesse</i>?</td> +<td align="left" valign="top"><i>Politesse!</i> how shou'd you <b>understand</b> what is + real <i>politesse</i>?</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="w50" align="left" valign="top">And I cant't say I wonder at your blushing.</td> + <td align="left" valign="top">And I <b>can't</b> say I wonder at your blushing.</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="w50" align="left" valign="top"><i>Lady Ter.</i> [<i>Without.</i>] Where is the poor creature?</td> +<td align="left" valign="top"><i><b>Lady Tre.</b></i> [<i>Without.</i>] Where is the poor creature?</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td class="w50" align="left" valign="top">(…) might I plead, Sir Luke, for your interest with + Aureila's friends (…)</td> +<td align="left" valign="top">(…) might I plead, Sir Luke, for your interest with + <b>Aurelia's</b> friends (…)</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td align="left" valign="top">As for that, Mr. Haswell, you have so much + interest at court, that your taking the young man under you + protection<span class="nowrap">——</span></td> +<td align="left" valign="top">As for that, Mr. Haswell, you have so much + interest at court, that your taking the young man under <b>your</b> + protection<span class="nowrap">——</span></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<hr class="pg" /> +<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SUCH THINGS ARE***</p> +<p>******* This file should be named 38653-h.txt or 38653-h.zip *******</p> +<p>This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:<br /> +<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/3/8/6/5/38653">http://www.gutenberg.org/3/8/6/5/38653</a></p> +<p>Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed.</p> + +<p>Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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