Ah! is that you, Jeremiah?—how d’ye do, how d’ye do?—all well I hope at your house?—an’ so they wouldn’t come, would they?—I wish they would though, for I’m tired o’ stayin’ here; I’d do as much for them—
Hear you that judges! They would not come to testify in a matter of life and death. What are their names?—where do they live?—they shall be made to come.
You’ll excuse me, said the prosecutor. You are the day after the fair; it’s too late now.
Too late! I appeal to the judges—too late!—would you persuade me Sir, that it is ever too late for mercy, while there is yet room for mercy? I speak to the judges—I pray them to make use of their power, and to have these people who keep away at such a time brought hither by force.
The court have no such power, said the Attorney-General.
How Sir! have they not power to compel a witness to attend?
To be sure they have—on the part of the crown.
On the part of the crown!
Yes.
And not on the part of a prisoner?