Dilly. Oh! don’t take him to jail, that’s a good Mr. Butts! I won’t dress up any more figures, and I won’t steal your horse and chaise again, if you’ll only let him go.
Bob. Now, do, old Butts! You’re a kind-hearted old fellow, I know you are!
Butts. Silence! The law must be respected. (Dilly and Bob pull him R. and L. to attract his attention during the previous lines. At this part, they have him in front of the trap.)
Fred. (Back, C.) Gracious! there’s Harry half-way across the lake! There’s innocence for you!
Doctor. Escaped? Thank heavens!
Dilly. (Dancing, and clapping her hands.) Good, good, good!
Butts. The prisoner escaped! (Bob pushes him back into the trap.) O murder, murder! What have I done?
Bob. Put your foot in it, old Butts.
Dilly. Good, good, good!
Butts. (Rushing round and dragging the trap.) Lost my prisoner! Murder, help! O Bob Winders, you’ve ruined me.