You may proceed.
Sir LUKE.
Gentlemen of the jury—I am in this cause counsel for Hob—Zouns! I think the head moves.
ALL.
Hey!
COLONEL.
No, no, Mrs. Simper, jogg'd the chair with her foot, that was all.
Sir LUKE.
For Hercules Hobson—(I cou'd have sworn it had stir'd)—I sha'nt gentlemen upon this occasion, attempt to move your passions, by flowing periods, and rhetorical flowers, as Mr. Serjeant has done; no, gentlemen, if I get at your hearts, I will make my way thro' your heads, however thick they may be—in order to which, I will pursue the learned gentleman, thro' what he calls his probable proofs: and first, as to this tree's being cut down in the night; in part we will grant him that point, but, under favour, not a dark night, Mr. Serjeant; no, quite the reverse, we can prove that the moon shone bright, with uncommon lustre that night—So that if so be as how people did not see that was none—[Serjeant sneezes.] nay, Mrs. Circuit, if you break the thread of my—
Mrs. CIRCUIT.