Zed. They are coming—I'll stand here in his sight, that, shou'd he miss what I have taken, he'll not suspect me, but suppose it is one who has hid himself.
Enter Keeper and Haswell.
Keep. [To Zedan] What makes you here?—still moping by yourself, and lamenting for your family?—[To Haswell] that man, the most ferocious I ever met with—laments, sometimes even with tears, the separation from his wife and children.
Has. [Going to him] I am sorry for you, friend; [Zedan looks sullen and morose.] I pity you.
Keep. Yes—he had a pleasant hamlet on the neighbouring island—plenty of fruits—clear springs—and wholesome roots—and now complains bitterly of his repasts—sour rice, and muddy water. [Exit Keeper.
Has. Poor man! bear your sorrows nobly—and as we are alone—no miserable eye to grudge the favour—[Looking round] take this trifle—[Gives money] it will at least make your meals better for a few short weeks—till Heaven may please to favour you with a less sharp remembrance of the happiness you have lost—Farewell. [Going.] [Zedan catches hold of him, and taking the pocket-book from his belt, puts it into Haswell's hand.]
Has. What's this?
Zed. I meant to gain my liberty with it—but I will not vex you.
Has. How came you by it?
Zed. Stole it—and wou'd have stabb'd you too, had you been alone—but I am glad I did not—Oh! I am glad I did not.