Has. Give me your name—I will, at least, present your suit—and, perhaps—
Elv. Sir! do you think it is likely? Joyful hearing!
Has. Nay, be not too hasty in your hopes—I cannot answer for my success. [Repeats] "Your father humbly implores to be released from prison—and, in his stead, you take his chains—or, for the Sultan's service, fight as a slave, or dig in his mines?"
Elv. Exactly, Sir—that is the petition—I thank you, Sir.
Keep. You don't know, young man, what it is to dig in mines—or fight against foes, who make their prisoners die by unheard-of tortures.
Elv. You do not know, Sir, what it is,—to see a parent suffer.
Has. [Writing] Your name, Sir?
Elv. Elvirus Casimir.—
Has. Your father's?
Elv. The same—one who followed agriculture in the fields of Symria—but, induced by the call of freedom—