Mr. Carv. Understand, my honest friend, that there is a vast difference between looking big and being great.
Big Briny. I see—I know, your honour.
Mr. Carv. Now, gentlemen, all of you, before I hand you the book to swear these examinations, there is one thing of which I must warn and apprize you—that I am most remarkably clear-sighted; consequently there can be no thumb kissing with me, gentlemen.
Big Briny. We’ll not ax it, plase your honour.
Catty. No Rooney, living or dead, was ever guilty or taxed with the like! (Aside to her son) Oh, they’ll swear iligant! We’ll flog the world, and have it all our own way! Oh, I knew we’d get justice—or I’d know why.
Clerk. Here’s the book, sir, to swear complainants.
{Mr. CARVER comes forward.
Mr. Carv. Wait—wait; I must hear both sides.
Catty. Both sides! Oh, plase your honour—only bother you.
Mr. Carv. Madam, it is my duty to have ears for all men.—Mr. Philip, now for your defence.