_Twi._ 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)--_for that very reason_--(Oh, I was thinking of Sir William Tiffany)--for that very reason, say people what they will--_that, that_ must be their opinion--but then where is the man who will speak his thoughts freely as I have done? _Enter Guards, who had been listening at a distance during this speech._ _Sir Luke._ [_Starting._] Bless my soul, gentlemen, you made my heart jump to my very lips. _Guard._ [_To_ Twineall.] Sir, you are our prisoner, and must go with us. _Twi._ Gentlemen, you are mistaken--I had all my clothes made in England, and 'tis impossible the bill can have followed me already. _Guard._ Your charge, is something against the state. _Twi._ Against the state?--You are mistaken--it cannot be me. _Guard._ No--there is no mistake.--[_Pulling out a paper._]--You are here called Henry Twineall. _Twi._ But if they have left out _honourable_, it can't be me----I am the Honourable Henry Twineall. _Sir Luke._ Aye, that you are to prove before your judges. _Guard._ Yes, Sir--and we are witnesses of the long speech you have just now been making. _Twi._ And pray, gentlemen, did you know what I meant by it? _Guard._ Certainly. _Twi._ Why, then, upon my soul, it was more than I did--I wish I may be sacrificed---- _Sir Luke._ Well, well, you are _going_ to be sacrificed--Don't be impatient. _Twi._ But, gentlemen--Sir Luke! [_The Guards seize him._ _Lady._ Dear Mr. Twineall, I am afraid you will have occasion for the dignity of all my ancestors to support you under this trial. _Sir Luke._ And have occasion for all my courage too. _Twi._ But, Sir--but, gentlemen---- _Sir Luke._ Oh! I wou'd not be in your coat, fashionable as it is, for all the Sultan's dominions. [_Exit Sir_ Luke _and Lady_--Twineall, _and Guards--separately_. END OF THE FOURTH ACT. ACT V. SCENE I. _The Prison._ Haswell _and the female Prisoner discovered_. _Haswell._ 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! _Pris._ No--while my pleased _fancy_ 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. _Has._ Explain--what is the cause that makes you think thus?