Guard. [To Twineall.] Sir, you are our prisoner, and must go with us.
Twi. Gentlemen, you are mistaken—I had all my clothes made in England, and 'tis impossible the bill can have followed me already.
Guard. Your charge, is something against the state.
Twi. Against the state?—You are mistaken—it cannot be me.
Guard. No—there is no mistake.—[Pulling out a paper.]—You are here called Henry Twineall.
Twi. But if they have left out honourable, it can't be me——I am the Honourable Henry Twineall.
Sir Luke. Aye, that you are to prove before your judges.
Guard. Yes, Sir—and we are witnesses of the long speech you have just now been making.
Twi. And pray, gentlemen, did you know what I meant by it?
Guard. Certainly.