O’Rourke. Begorra, let’s take something cowld.
Precise. We have been instructed to bring a verdict, “Guilty or not guilty.” Please write your verdict. Here are slips of paper. (Passes them round. All write, some on the table, some on chairs; Snowball writes his against the wall.)
O’Rourke (approaches Snowball). Whist! I say, d’ye write Guilty wid a G or a J?
Snowball. Ob course not. Write him wid a pencil——so.
O’Rourke. O, be jabbers! It’s yerself’s a heathen——you ignoramus.
Precise. Now, gentlemen, if you are ready. (Collects votes, spreads them on table, and assorts.)
Timorous. I want a glass of water——I’m faint.
Strongfist. Shut up. Don’t disturb the meeting.
O’Rourke. Bedad, it’s a glass eye ye’ll be wantin’ if yer do.