_Keep._ 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 _puts on the cloak_]--or will you postpone your visit? _Has._ No--go on. _Keep._ 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. _Has._ Oh! that, that is the very reason. [_Exit, following the Keeper._ [Zedan, _a tawny Indian Prisoner, follows them, stealing out, as if intent on something_.] _Two Prisoners walk slowly down the stage._ _1st Pris._ Who is this man? _2d Pris._ From Britain--I have seen him once before. _1st Pris._ He looks pale--he has no heart. _2d Pris._ I believe, a pretty large one. _Re-enter_ Zedan. _Zed._ Brother, a word with you. [_To the 1st Prisoner, the other retires._] As the stranger and our keeper passed by the passage, a noxious vapour put out the light, and as they groped along I purloined _this_ from the stranger--[_Shews a pocket-book_] see it contains two notes will pay our ransom. [_Shewing the notes._ _1st Pris._ A treasure--our certain ransom! _Zed._ Liberty! our wives, our children, and our friends, will these papers purchase. _1st Pris._ What a bribe! our keeper may rejoice too. _Zed._ 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 _man_.-- _1st Pris._ Conceal your thoughts--conceal your treasure too--or the Briton's complaint-- _Zed._ 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 [_Puts up the pocket-book_] 'twill be secure--Come this way, and let us indulge our pleasant prospect. [_They retire, and the scene closes._ SCENE III. _Another part of the Prison._ _A kind of sopha with an old man sleeping upon it_--Elvirus _sitting attentively by him_. _Enter_ Keeper _and_ Haswell. _Keep._ 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. _Has._ Are they from Europe? _Keep._ No--but descended from Europeans--see how the youth holds his father's hand!--I have sometimes caught him bathing it with tears. _Has._ I'll speak to the young man. [_Going to him._