Dutchman. Vot! Crying because you’ve lost your mother-in-law?
Irishman. No, friend, it is not that; but maybe when I tell my ole woman she’ll be arter going frantic, and clubbing my head off.
Dutchman. Nonsense! I’ll come with you, and gradually break the sad, sad news. [Exeunt.
[THE BLACK JUDGE.]
Scene.—The Prison-House.
Enter two men who fix the Judge’s bench in the hole used for the gallows. Prisoners’ pen in the centre; Lawyers’ table on the left of stage. [Exit.
Judge enters—takes his stand at the bench.