Lord. I am glad of it, because it gives double pleasure to my vengeance—he is a disaffected person, Madam—boldly told me he doubted the Sultan's right to the throne—I have informed against him, and his punishment is at my option—I may have him imprisoned; shot; sent to the gallies; or his head cut off—but which does your Ladyship chuse?—Which ever you please is at your service. [Bowing.
Lady. [Rising and curtsying.] O, they are all alike to me; which ever you please, my Lord.
Sir Luke. What a deal of ceremony!—how cool they are about it.
Lord. And why not cool, Sir; why not cool?
Sir Luke. O, very true—I am sure it has froze me.
Lord. I will go instantly, for fear it shou'd slip my memory, and put this paper into the hands of proper officers—in the mean time, Sir Luke, if you can talk with your visitor, Mr. Twineall, do—inquire his opinion of the Sultan's rights—ask his thoughts, as if you were commissioned by me—and, while he is revealing them to you, the officers shall be in ambush, surprise him in the midst of his sentiments, and bear him away to—
[Twineall looking in.
Twi. May I presume to inquire how your Ladyship does?
Lady. O, yes—and pray walk in—I am quite recovered.
Lord. Lady Tremor, I bid you good day for the present.