Prisoner. By God and my country.
Judge. The Devil you will.... Then, Gentlemen of the Jury, we have nothing to do but to proceed to Judgment.
Attorney-Gen. Right, my Lord; for if the fellow should be suffered to speak, he might clear himself; and that, you know, is an affront to the Court.
Prisoner. Pray, my Lord, I hope your Lordship will consider.
Judge. Consider!—How dare you talk of considering!—Sirrah, Sirrah, I have never considered in all my life.—I’ll make it Treason to consider.
Pris. But I hope your Lordship will hear reason.
Judge. What have we to do with Reason?—I would have you to know, Sirrah, we do not sit here to hear Reason—we go according to Law.—Is our dinner ready?
Attorney-General. Yes, my Lord.
Judge. Then harkee you rascal at the Bar, hear me, Sirrah, hear me.—You must be hanged for three reasons: First, because it is not fit that I should sit as Judge, and no-body to be hang’d: Secondly, You must be hang’d because you have a damn’d hanging Look: Thirdly, You must be hanged, because I am hungry. There’s Law for you, ye dog; take him away, Gaoler.
