Has. Lead on, my friend—let us go to some other part.
[Putting his hand to his eyes.
Keep. In this ward, we are going to, are the prisoners, who by some small reserve—some little secreted stock when they arrived—or by the bounty of some friend who visit them——or suchlike fortunate circumstance, are in a less dismal place.
Has. Lead on.
Keep. But stop—put on this cloak, for, before we arrive at the place I mention, we must pass a damp vault, which to those who are not used to it—[Haswell puts on the cloak]—or will you postpone your visit?
Has. No—go on.
Keep. Alas! who wou'd suppose you had been used to see such places!—you look concerned—vext to see the people suffer—I wonder you shou'd come, when you seem to think so much about them.
Has. Oh! that, that is the very reason.
[Exit, following the Keeper.
[Zedan, a tawny Indian Prisoner, follows them, stealing
out, as if intent on something.]
Two Prisoners walk slowly down the stage.