_Keep._ Yes, Sir--we don't stand long about these things in this country--I dare say it is off. _Has._ [_Impatiently._] Lead me to him instantly. _Guard._ O! 'tis of consequence, is it, Sir?--if that is the case---- [_Exit_ Keeper, _followed by_ Haswell. SCENE IV. _An arch-way at the top of the stage, through which several Guards enter_--Twineall _in the middle, dressed for execution, with a large book in his hand_. _Twi._ One more verse, gentlemen, if you please. _Off._ The time is expired. _Twi._ One more, gentlemen, if you please. _Off._ The time is expired. _Enter_ Haswell. _Twi._ Oh! my dear Mr. Haswell! [_Bursting into tears._ _Has._ What, in tears at parting with me?--This is a compliment indeed! _Twi._ I hope you take it as such--I am sure I mean it as such.--It kills me to leave _you_--it breaks my heart;--and I once flattered myself such a charitable, good, feeling, humane heart as you possess---- _Has._ Hold! Hold!--This, Mr. Twineall, is the vice which has driven you to the fatal precipice whereon you are--and in death will you not relinquish it? _Twi._ What vice, Sir, do you mean? _Has._ Flattery!--a vice that renders you not only despicable, but odious. _Twi._ But how has flattery been the cause? _Has._ Your English friend, before he left the island, told me what information you had asked from him, and that he had given you the direct _opposite_ of every person's character, as a just punishment for your mean premeditation and designs. _Twi._ I never imagined that amiable friend had sense enough to impose upon any body! _Has._ Yet I presume, he could not suppose fate wou'd have carried their resentment to a length like this. _Twi._ Oh! cou'd fate be arrested in its course! _Has._ You wou'd reform your conduct? _Twi._ I wou'd--I wou'd never say another civil thing to any body--never--never make myself agreeable again. _Has._ Release him--here is the Sultan's signet. [_They release him._ _Twi._ Oh! my dear Mr. Haswell! never was compassion!--never benevolence!--never such a heart as yours!---- _Has._ Sieze him--he has broken his contract already. _Twi._ No, Sir--No, Sir--I protest you are an illnatured, surly, crabbed fellow. I always thought so, upon my word, whatever I have said. _Has._ And, I'll forgive _that_ meaning, sooner than the other--utter any thing but flattery--Oh! never let the honest, plain, _blunt_ English name, become a proverb for so base a vice.-- _Lady Tre._ [_Without._] Where is the poor creature? _Enter Lady_ Tremor. _Lady._ Oh! if his head is off, pray let me _look_ at it?---- _Twi._ No, Madam, it is on--and I am very happy to be able to tell you so.---- _Lady._ Dear Heaven!--I expected to have seen it off!--but no matter--as it is on--I am come that it may be kept on--and have brought my Lord Flint, and Sir Luke, as witnesses. _Enter_ Lord, Aurelia, _and_ Sir Luke. _Has._ Well, Madam, and what have they to say?