_Ara._ I shall obey. [_She bows obediently, and exit._ [_As_ Haswell _comes down_, Elvirus _places himself in his path_--Haswell _stops, looks at him with an austere earnestness, which_ Elvirus _observing, turns away his face_. _Elv._ 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 _looks on him with a manly firmness, then walks on_, Elvirus _following him_.]--I do not plead for my father now.--Since what has passed, I only ask forgiveness. _Has._ Do you forgive yourself? _Elv._ I never will. _Enter_ Keeper. _Keep._ 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. _Has._ Bring me to him. [_Going._ _Elv._ Nay, leave me not thus--perhaps never to see you more!---- _Has._ You shall see me again--in the mean time, reflect on what you merit. [_Exit with_ Keeper. _Elv._ 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! [_Exit._ SCENE II. _The first Prison Scene._ _Enter second_ Keeper, Haswell _following_. _Has._ Where is the poor unfortunate? _2d Keep._ Here, Sir. _Has._ Am I to behold greater misery still?--a still greater object of compassion? [_Second_ Keeper _opens a door, and_ Twineall _enters a prisoner, in one of the prison dresses_. _Has._ What have we here? _Twi._ Don't you know me, Mr. Haswell? _Has._ I beg your pardon, Sir--I beg your pardon--but is it?--is it?---- _Twi._ Why, Mr. Haswell--if you don't know me, or won't know me, I shall certainly lose my senses. _Has._ O, I know you--know you very well. _Twi._ What, notwithstanding the alteration in my dress?--there was a hard thing! _Has._ O, I'll procure you that again--and, for all things else, I'm sure you will have patience. _Twi._ 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---- _Has._ I will provide you with them all. _Twi._ But who will you provide to look at me, when I am dress'd? _Has._ I'll bring all your acquaintance. _Twi._ I had rather you wou'd take me to see them. _Has._ Pardon me. _Twi._ 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. _Has._ What has brought you here? _Twi._ Trying to get a place. _Has._ A place?