Jerry. Why I have a recollection of seeing her somewhere, though I am at fault as to the place, at present.
Kate. It’s a clear case.
O’Booz. I’ll swear to it, your worship!
ROUND. (Omnes).
Air.—“’Twas you, Sir.”
’Twas you, Sir, ’twas you, Sir;
Your worship, it is true, Sir,
’Twas you that pull’d the girl about,
’Twas you, Sir, you.
Untrue, Sir, untrue, Sir,
It was the man in blue, Sir,
’Twas he that pulled the girl about,
’Tis true, Sir, true.
No, no, Sir, no, no, Sir,
How can you tell lies so, Sir?
I did not pull the girl about,
But I know who.
Mr. T. Gentlemen, here are four witnesses against you; and ’tis my painful duty to commit you, unless you can find good bail.
Tom. We’ll give you leg bail.
Kate. Aye, find good bail, and mind that it is good. There’s our card—come, watchman—Come, Sir Jeremy.
Sue. Good-night—Sorry to leave you in such bad company—but beauty calls; we must obey.
Tom. Aye, aye, your mamma waits for you.
Log. Go and get a pennyworth of elycampane.