RICHARD.
I appeal to you, gentlemen, to put an end to this. She will not believe that she cannot save me. Break up the court.
BURGOYNE.
(in a voice so quiet and firm that it restores silence at once). One moment, Mr. Anderson. One moment, gentlemen. (He resumes his seat. Swindon and the officers follow his example.) Let me understand you clearly, madam. Do you mean that this gentleman is not your husband, or merely—I wish to put this with all delicacy—that you are not his wife?
JUDITH.
I don’t know what you mean. I say that he is not my husband—that my husband has escaped. This man took his place to save him. Ask anyone in the town—send out into the street for the first person you find there, and bring him in as a witness. He will tell you that the prisoner is not Anthony Anderson.
BURGOYNE.
(quietly, as before). Sergeant.
THE SERGEANT.
Yes sir.
BURGOYNE.
Go out into the street and bring in the first townsman you see there.
THE SERGEANT.
(making for the door). Yes sir.
BURGOYNE.
(as the sergeant passes). The first clean, sober townsman you see.
THE SERGEANT.
Yes Sir. (He goes out.)
BURGOYNE.
Sit down, Mr. Anderson—if I may call you so for the present. (Richard sits down.) Sit down, madam, whilst we wait. Give the lady a newspaper.