Stop Sir, if you please, you are not sworn yet, said one of the judges.
Very true—swear him, added another.
You’ll excuse me, said the Attorney-general. I say, you—what’s your name?
Jerry Smith.
And you appear on the side of the prisoner at the bar, I take it?
Well, what if I do?
Why in that case, you see, you are not to be sworn, that’s all.
Not sworn! cried Burroughs. And why not Sir?
Why we never allow the witnesses that appear against the crown, to take the oath.
Against the crown Sir! what on earth has the crown to do here?—what have we to do with such absurdity?