_Lady._ 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? _Twi._ Perfectly, Madam--perfectly--but I thought there might be some mistake. _Elv._ And there is, Sir--you find you are mistaken. _Lady._ I thought so.---- _Has._ [_To_ Elvirus.] And you _did_ come in the same vessel? _Elv._ Sir, do _you_ doubt it? _Has._ Doubt it? _Elv._ Dare not doubt it.--[_Trembling and confused._ _Has._ Dare not? _Elv._ No, Sir, dare not. [_Violently._ _Aur._ Oh, heavens! _Sir Luke._ [_To_ Aurelia.] Come, my dear, you and I will get out of the way. [_Retiring with her._ _Lady._ O, dear!--for heaven's sake!--Mr. Twineall, this is your doing. _Twi._ Me, Madam!---- _Has._ I beg the company's pardon--but [_To_ Elvirus.] a single word with you, Sir, if you please. _Lady._ Dear Mr. Haswell---- _Has._ Trust my prudence and forbearance, Madam--I will but speak a word in private to this gentleman.--[Haswell _takes_ Elvirus _down to the bottom of the stage; the rest retire_. _Has._ Are you, or are you not, an impostor? _Elv._ I am--I am--but do not you repeat my words--Do not _you_ say it. [_Threatening._ _Has._ What am I to fear? _Elv._ Fear _me_--I cannot lie with fortitude; but I can----Beware of me. _Has._ I _will_ beware of you, and so shall all my friends. _Elv._ Insolent, insulting man.--[_With the utmost contempt._ _Lady_ Tremor _and the rest come down_. _Lady._ 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? _Sir Luke._ 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. [Elvirus _looks with surprise, confusion, and repentance_.] _Lady._ But what success with the Sultan? _Has._ He has granted me the pardon and freedom of any six I shall present as objects of his mercy. _Lady._ 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. [Haswell _makes no reply, and after a pause_]-- _Elv._ [_With the most supplicatory tone and manner._] Sir--Mr. Haswell--O, heavens! _Sir Luke._ Come, Mr. Haswell, this young man seems sorry he has offended you--forgive him. _Lady._ Aye, do, Mr. Haswell--are you sorry, Sir? _Elv._ O! wounded to the heart--and, without his pardon, see nothing but despair. _Lady._ Good heavens! _Has._ 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. [_Exit._ _Elv._ O! I'm undone. _Lady._ Follow him, if you have any thing to say? _Elv._ I _dare_ not--I feel the terror of his just reproach. _Lady._ Did you know him in England?