Zed. And then the pleasure it will be to hear the stranger fret, and complain for his loss!—O, how my heart loves to see sorrow!—Misery such as I have known, on men who spurn me—who treat me as if (in my own Island) I had no friends that loved me—no servants that paid me honour—no children that revered me—who forget I am a husband—a father—nay, a man.—
1st Pris. Conceal your thoughts—conceal your treasure too—or the Briton's complaint—
Zed. Will be in vain—our keeper will conclude the bribe must come to him, at last—and therefore make no great search for it—here, in the corner of my belt [Puts up the pocket-book] 'twill be secure—Come this way, and let us indulge our pleasant prospect.
[They retire, and the scene closes.
SCENE III. Another part of the Prison.
A kind of sopha with an old man sleeping upon it—
Elvirus sitting attentively by him.
Enter Keeper and Haswell.
Keep. That young man, you see there, watching his aged father as he sleeps, by the help of fees gains his admission—and he never quits the place, except to go and purchase cordials for the old man, who, (though healthy and strong when he first became a prisoner) is now become ill and languid.
Has. Are they from Europe?
Keep. No—but descended from Europeans—see how the youth holds his father's hand!—I have sometimes caught him bathing it with tears.
Has. I'll speak to the young man.
[Going to him.