_Sir Luke._ Who are we to tell our story to?--There does not seem to be any one fitting in judgement.-- _Has._ Tell it to me, Sir--I will report it. _Sir Luke._ Why then, Mr. Haswell, as Ghosts sometimes walk--and as one's conscience is sometimes troublesome--I think Mr. Twineall has done nothing to merit death, and the charge which his Lordship sent in against him, we begin to think too severe--but, if there was any false statement---- _Lord._ It was the fault of my not charging my memory--any error I have been guilty of, must be laid to the fault of my total want of memory. _Has._ And what do you hope from this confession? _Sir Luke._ To remit the prisoner's punishment of death to something less, if the Sultan will please to annul the sentence. _Lord._ Yes--and grant ten or twelve years imprisonment--or the Gallies for fourteen years--or---- _Sir Luke._ Ay, ay, something in that way. _Has._ For shame--for shame--Gentlemen!--the extreme rigour you shew in punishing a dissension from your opinion, or a satire upon your folly, proves to conviction, what reward you had bestowed upon the _skilful_ flatterer. _Twi._ Gentlemen and Ladies, pray why wou'd you wish me requited with such extreme severity, merely for my humble endeavours to make myself agreeable?--Lady Tremor, upon my honour I was credibly informed, your ancestors were Kings of Scotland. _Lady._ Impossible!--you might as well say that you heard Sir Luke had distinguished himself at the battle of---- _Twi._ And, I _did_ hear so. _Lady._ And he _did_ distinguish himself; for he was the only one that ran away. _Twi._ Cou'd it happen? _Lady._ Yes, Sir, it did happen. _Sir Luke._ And go _you_, Mr. Twineall, into a field of battle, and I think it is very likely to happen again. _Lord._ If Mr. Haswell has obtained your pardon, Sir, it is all very well--but let me advise you to keep your sentiments on politics to yourself, for the future--as you value that pretty head of yours. _Twi._ I thank you, Sir--I do value it. _Enter_ Elvirus. _Has._ [_Going to him._] Aurelia, in this letter to me, has explained your story with so much compassion, that, for her sake, I must pity it too.--With freedom to your father, and yourself, the Sultan restores his forfeited lands--and might I plead, Sir Luke, for your interest with Aurelia's friends, this young man's filial love, shou'd be repaid by conjugal affection. _Sir Luke._ As for that, Mr. Haswell, you have so much interest at court, that your taking the young man under your protection----besides, as Aurelia was sent hither merely to get a husband--I don't see---- _Aur._ True, Sir Luke--and I am afraid my father and mother will begin to be uneasy that I have not got one yet--and I shou'd be very sorry to disoblige them. _Elv._ No--say rather, sorry to make me wretched.--[_Taking her hand._ _Enter_ Zedan. _Has._ My Indian friend, have you received your freedom?