Twi. I never imagined that amiable friend had sense enough to impose upon any body!
Has. Yet I presume, he could not suppose fate wou'd have carried their resentment to a length like this.
Twi. Oh! cou'd fate be arrested in its course!
Has. You wou'd reform your conduct?
Twi. I wou'd—I wou'd never say another civil thing to any body—never—never make myself agreeable again.
Has. Release him—here is the Sultan's signet.
[They release him.
Twi. Oh! my dear Mr. Haswell! never was compassion!—never benevolence!—never such a heart as yours!——
Has. Sieze him—he has broken his contract already.
Twi. No, Sir—No, Sir—I protest you are an illnatured, surly, crabbed fellow. I always thought so, upon my word, whatever I have said.