Has. Where is the poor unfortunate?
2d Keep. Here, Sir.
Has. Am I to behold greater misery still?—a still greater object of compassion?
[Second Keeper opens a door, and Twineall enters
a prisoner, in one of the prison dresses.
Has. What have we here?
Twi. Don't you know me, Mr. Haswell?
Has. I beg your pardon, Sir—I beg your pardon—but is it?—is it?——
Twi. Why, Mr. Haswell—if you don't know me, or won't know me, I shall certainly lose my senses.
Has. O, I know you—know you very well.
Twi. What, notwithstanding the alteration in my dress?—there was a hard thing!