Sir Luke. Do, my dear, be silent.
Lady. I won't.
Sir Luke. O, that the Sultan had you instead of me!
Lady. And with my head off, I suppose?
Sir Luke. No, my dear; in that state, I shou'd have no objection to you myself.
Lady. [Aside to Sir Luke.] Now, I'll frighten you ten times more.—But, Mr. Haswell, I am told there are many persons suspected of disaffection to the present Sultan, who have been lately, by his orders, arrested, and sold to slavery, notwithstanding there was no proof against them produced.
Has. Proof!——in a State such as this, the charge is quite sufficient.
Sir Luke. [In apparent agonies, wishing to turn the discourse.] Well, my Lord, and how does your Lordship find yourself this afternoon?—this morning, I mean—Bless my soul! why I begin to be as forgetful as your Lordship.
[Smiling and fawning.
Lady. How I pity the poor creatures!