Elv. No—say rather, sorry to make me wretched.—
[Taking her hand.
Enter Zedan.
Has. My Indian friend, have you received your freedom?
Zed. Yes—and come to bid you farewell—which I wou'd never do, had I not a family in wretchedness till my return—for you shou'd be my master, and I wou'd be your slave.——
Has. I thank you—may you meet at home every comfort!
Zed. May you—may you—what shall I say?—May you once in your life be a prisoner—then released—to feel such joy, as I feel now!——
Has. I thank you for a wish, that tells me most emphatically, how much you think I have served you.
Twi. And, my dear Lord, I sincerely wish you may once in your life, have your head chopped off—just to know what I shou'd have felt, in that situation.——
Zed. [Pointing to Haswell.] Are all his country-men as good as he?