Elv. Yet he shall hear my story—I'll follow him, and obtain his pity, if not his pardon.
Aur. Nay, supplicate for that too—and you need not blush, or feel yourself degraded, to kneel to him, for he wou'd scorn the pride that triumphs over the humbled. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. The Garden.
Enter Sir Luke, Twineall, and Lady Tremor.
Twi. Why, really, Sir Luke, as my Lord has given you charge to sound my principles, I must own they are just such as I delivered to him.
Sir Luke. Well, Mr. Twineall, I only wish you to be a little more clear—we will suppose the present Sultan no impostor—yet what pretensions do you think the other family——
Twi. That I'll make clear to you at once—or if my reasons are not very clear, they are at least very positive, and that you know is the same thing.—This family—no—that family—the family that reigned before this—this came after that—they came before. Now every one agrees that this family was always—so and so—[whispering.]—and that the other was always—so and so—[whispering.]—in short, every body knows that one of them had always a very suspicious—you know what——
Sir Luke. No, I don't.
Twi. Pshaw—pshaw—every body conjectures what—and though it was never said in so many words, yet it was always supposed—and though there never has been any proof, yet there have been things much more strong—and for that very reason, Sir William—(Sir Luke, I mean—I beg your pardon)—for that very reason—(I can't think what made me call you Sir William)—for that very reason—(Oh, I was thinking of Sir William Tiffany)—for that very reason, say people what they will—that, that must be their opinion—but then where is the man who will speak his thoughts freely as I have done?
Enter Guards, who had been listening at a distance
during this speech.
Sir Luke. [Starting.] Bless my soul, gentlemen, you made my heart jump to my very lips.