SCENE II. _The Garden.

_Enter Sir_ Luke, Twineall, _and Lady_ Tremor.

_Twi._ Why, really, Sir Luke, as my Lord has given you charge to sound my principles, I must own they are just such as I delivered to him.

_Sir Luke._ Well, Mr. Twineall, I only wish you to be a little more clear--we will suppose the present Sultan no impostor--yet what pretensions do you think the _other_ family----

_Twi._ That I'll make clear to you at once--or if my reasons are _not_ very clear, they are at least very _positive_, and that you know is the same thing.--This family--no--that family--the family that reigned before this--this came after that--they came before. Now every one agrees that this family was always--so and so--[_whispering._]--and that the other was always--so and so--[_whispering._]--in short, every body knows that one of them had always a very suspicious--you know what----

_Sir Luke._ No, I don't.

_Twi._ Pshaw--pshaw--every body conjectures what--and though it was never said in so many words, yet it was always supposed--and though there never has been any proof, yet there have been things much more strong--and for that very reason, Sir William--(Sir Luke, I mean--I beg your pardon)--for that very reason--(I can't think what made me call you Sir William)--_for that very reason_--(Oh, I was thinking of Sir William Tiffany)--for that very reason, say people what they will--_that, that_ must be their opinion--but then where is the man who will speak his thoughts freely as I have done?

_Enter Guards, who had been listening at a distance during this speech._

_Sir Luke._ [_Starting._] Bless my soul, gentlemen, you made my heart jump to my very lips.

_Guard._ [_To_ Twineall.] Sir, you are our prisoner, and must go with us.

_Twi._ Gentlemen, you are mistaken--I had all my clothes made in England, and 'tis impossible the bill can have followed me already.

_Guard._ Your charge, is something against the state.

_Twi._ Against the state?--You are mistaken--it cannot be me.

_Guard._ No--there is no mistake.--[_Pulling out a paper._]--You are here called Henry Twineall.

_Twi._ But if they have left out _honourable_, it can't be me----I am the Honourable Henry Twineall.

_Sir Luke._ Aye, that you are to prove before your judges.

_Guard._ Yes, Sir--and we are witnesses of the long speech you have just now been making.

_Twi._ And pray, gentlemen, did you know what I meant by it?

_Guard._ Certainly.

_Twi._ Why, then, upon my soul, it was more than I did--I wish I may be sacrificed----

_Sir Luke._ Well, well, you are _going_ to be sacrificed--Don't be impatient.

_Twi._ But, gentlemen--Sir Luke! [_The Guards seize him._

_Lady._ Dear Mr. Twineall, I am afraid you will have occasion for the dignity of all my ancestors to support you under this trial.

_Sir Luke._ And have occasion for all my courage too.

_Twi._ But, Sir--but, gentlemen----

_Sir Luke._ Oh! I wou'd not be in your coat, fashionable as it is, for all the Sultan's dominions.

[_Exit Sir_ Luke _and Lady_--Twineall, _and Guards--separately_.

END OF THE FOURTH ACT.