Has. Is it possible!
Keep. Wou'd you wish to see her?
Has. If it won't give her pain.
Keep. At least, she'll not resent it—for she seldom complains, except in moans to herself—[Goes to the cell.] Lady, here is one come to visit all the prisoners—please to appear before him.
Has. I thank you—you speak with reverence and respect to her.
Keep. She has been of some note, though now so totally unfriended—at least, we think she has, from her gentle manners; and our governor is in the daily expectation of some liberal ransom for her, which makes her imprisonment without a hope of release, till that day arrives—[Going to the cell]—Lend me your hand—you are weak. [He leads her from the cell—she appears faint—and as if the light affected her eyes—Haswell pulls off his hat, and, after a pause—
Has. I fear you are not in health, Lady?——
[She looks at him solemnly for some time.
Keep. Speak—Madam, speak.
Pris. No—not very well. [Faintingly.