Sir Luke. [Aside to Lady.] Take care what you say before that tool of state—look at him, and tremble for your head.
Lady. Look at him, and tremble for yours—and so, Mr. Haswell, all this is true?—and some people, of consequence too, I am told, dragged from their homes, and sent to slavery merely on suspicion?
Has. Yet, less do I pity those, than some, whom prisons and dungeons crammed before, are yet prepared to receive.
Lord. Mr. Haswell, such is the Sultan's pleasure.
Sir Luke. Will your Lordship take a turn in the garden? it looks from this door very pleasant;—does not it?
Lady. But pray, Mr. Haswell, has not the Sultan sent for you to attend at his palace this morning?
Has. He has, Madam.
Lady. There! I heard he had, but Sir Luke said not.—I am told he thinks himself under the greatest obligations to you.
Has. The report has flattered me—but if his highness shou'd think himself under obligations, I can readily point a way, by which he may acquit himself of them.
Lady. In the mean time, I am sure, you feel for those poor sufferers.