[_Enter Old MARTIN, who, by the simple method of changing his hat and coat, has now become a Bow-street Officer; he puts questions to WILLIAM, who at once betrays himself, and has to be searched. As a pair of pistols exactly resembling one that was left in the Red Barn, are found in his coat-tail pockets; his guilt is conclusively proved, and he is led away. The next Scene shows him in the Condemned Cell, resolving to sleep away his few remaining hours on a kitchen-chair. He has a vision of MARIA in tweeds, who exhorts him to repent_. Old MARTIN, _who is now either the Governor of the Gaol or the Hangman, enters to conduct him to the scaffold, and on the way he is met--to the joy of the Audience--by the Comic, C., who duns him for the ninepence. WILLIAM shakes his head solemnly, points to the skies, and passes on. The Comic C. then goes to sleep in a chair and has a vision on his own account, in which he beholds the apotheosis of MARIA--still in the suit of dittoes--and piloted by a couple of obviously overweighted Angels; and also the last moments of WILLIAM CORDER, who, as he stands under an enlarged "Punch" gibbet, pronounces the following impressive farewell before disappearing through a trap._ Ye Youth, be warned by my Despair! Avoid bad women, false as they are fair. (_This is just a little hard on poor MARIA by-the-way._) Be wise in time, if you would shun my fate, For oh! how wretched is the man who's wise too late! [_And with this the Drama comes to an end, and the Comic Countryman begs the Audience to give the performance a good word to their friends outside._ * * * * * BETWEEN THE ACTS; OR, THE DRAMA IN LIQUOR. SCENE--_Refreshment Saloon at a London Theatre. A three-play bill forms the evening's entertainment. First Act over. Enter BROWN, JONES, and ROBINSON._ _Brown_. Well, really a very pleasant little piece. Quite amusing. Yes; I think I will have a cup of coffee or a glass of lemonade. Too soon after dinner for anything stronger. _Jones_. Yes, and really, after laughing so much, one gets a thirst for what they call light refreshments. I will have some ginger-beer. _Robinson_. Well, I think I will stick to iced-water. You know the Americans are very fond of that. They always take it at meal-times, and really after that capital _equivoque_ one feels quite satisfied. (_They are served by the Bar Attendant._) That was really very funny, where he hides behind the door when she is not looking. [_Laughs at the recollection._ _Brown_. And when the uncle sits down upon the band-box and crushes the canary-cage! [_Chuckles._ _Jones_. Most clever. But there goes the bell, and the Curtain will be up directly. Rather clever, I am told. The _Rose of Rouen_--it is founded on the life of _Joan of Arc_. I am rather fond of these historical studies.