If you do Sir, it will be into your grave.—
Sir!—
Dear brother, I beseech you!
Enough—enough—I have nothing more to do—nothing more to say, Sir—not another word, Sir—forgive me Sir—I—I—I—the tears of the aged I cannot bear; the sorrow of such as are about to go before God, I am not able, I never was able to bear. I beseech you, however, to look with pity upon the poor soul there—poor Martha!—let her gray hairs plead with you, as your gray hairs plead with me—I—I—proceed, Mr. Attorney-General.
I have nothing more to say?
Nothing more to say!
With submission to the court—nothing.
Do you throw up the case then? said a judge.
Throw up the case! no indeed—no!—But if Mr. Counsellor Burroughs here, who has contrived in my humble opinion, to make the procedure of this court appear—that is to say—with all due submission—appear to be not much better than a laughing-stock to the—to the—to my brethren of the bar—if Mr. Burroughs, I say, if he has nothing more to say—I beg leave to say—that is to say—that I have nothing more to say—.
Say—say—say—whispered one of his brethren of the bar—what say you to that Mr. Burroughs?