_Pris._ [_Returns_] 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 _myself_----no--nor will I suffer _much_ from the disappointment --merely that you may not have, what I suffer, to account for. [_Exit to her cell._ _Has._ Excellent mind! _Keep._ In this cell--[_Going to another._ _Has._ No--take me away--I have enough to do--I dare not see more at present.--[_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _The former Prison Scene._ _Enter_ Zedan. _Zed._ 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. _Enter_ Keeper _and_ Haswell. _Keep._ [_To_ Zedan] What makes you here?--still moping by yourself, and lamenting for your family?--[_To_ Haswell] that man, the most ferocious I ever met with--laments, sometimes even with tears, the separation from his wife and children. _Has._ [_Going to him_] I am sorry for you, friend; [Zedan _looks sullen and morose_.] I pity you. _Keep._ 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. [_Exit Keeper._ _Has._ Poor man! bear your sorrows nobly--and as we are alone--no miserable eye to grudge the favour--[_Looking round_] take this trifle--[_Gives money_] 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. [_Going._] [Zedan _catches hold of him, and taking the pocket-book from his belt, puts it into_ Haswell'_s hand_.] _Has._ What's this? _Zed._ I meant to gain my liberty with it--but I will not vex you. _Has._ How came you by it? _Zed._ 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. _Has._ You like me then? _Zed._ [_Shakes his head and holds his heart._] '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. _Has._ Oh, nature! grateful! mild! gentle! and forgiving!--worst of tyrants they who, by hard usage, drive you to be cruel! _Enter_ Keeper. _Keep._ The lights are ready, Sir, through the dark passage-- [_To_ Zedan.] Go to your fellows. _Has._ [_To_ Zedan.] Farewell--we will meet again. [Zedan _exit on one side_, Haswell _and_ Keeper _exeunt on the other_. END OF THE SECOND ACT. ACT III. SCENE I. _An Apartment at Sir_ Luke Tremor'_s_. _Enter Sir_ Luke _and_ Aurelia.