Sir Luke. Why then, Mr. Haswell, as Ghosts sometimes walk—and as one's conscience is sometimes troublesome—I think Mr. Twineall has done nothing to merit death, and the charge which his Lordship sent in against him, we begin to think too severe—but, if there was any false statement——
Lord. It was the fault of my not charging my memory—any error I have been guilty of, must be laid to the fault of my total want of memory.
Has. And what do you hope from this confession?
Sir Luke. To remit the prisoner's punishment of death to something less, if the Sultan will please to annul the sentence.
Lord. Yes—and grant ten or twelve years imprisonment—or the Gallies for fourteen years—or——
Sir Luke. Ay, ay, something in that way.
Has. For shame—for shame—Gentlemen!—the extreme rigour you shew in punishing a dissension from your opinion, or a satire upon your folly, proves to conviction, what reward you had bestowed upon the skilful flatterer.
Twi. Gentlemen and Ladies, pray why wou'd you wish me requited with such extreme severity, merely for my humble endeavours to make myself agreeable?—Lady Tremor, upon my honour I was credibly informed, your ancestors were Kings of Scotland.
Lady. Impossible!—you might as well say that you heard Sir Luke had distinguished himself at the battle of——
Twi. And, I did hear so.