Twi. Now, what was that whisper about?—Oh, heavens! perhaps my death in agitation.—I have brought myself into a fine situation!—done it by wheedling too!
2d Keep. Come, your business with Mr. Haswell being ended, return to your cell. [Roughly.
Twi. Certainly, Sir—certainly!—O, yes!—How happy is this prison in having such a keeper as you!—so mild, so gentle—there is something about you,—I said, and I thought the moment I had the happiness of meeting you here,—Dear me!—what wou'd one give for such a gentleman as him in England!—You wou'd be of infinite service to some of our young bucks, Sir.
2d Keep. Go to your cell—go to your cell. [Roughly.
Twi. This world wou'd be nothing without elegant manners, and elegant people in all stations of life.—[Enter Messenger, who whispers second Keeper.]—Another whisper! [Terrified.
2d Keep. No; come this way.—The judge is now sitting in the hall, and you must come before him.
Twi. Before the judge, Sir—O, dear Sir!—what, in this deshabille?—in this coat?—Dear me!—but to be sure one must conform to customs—to the custom of the country where one is.—[He goes to the door, and then stops.]—I beg your pardon, Sir—wou'd not you chuse to go first?
2d Keep. No.
Twi. O! [Exeunt.
SCENE III. The Council Chamber.
Enter Sultan, Haswell, and Guards.