The Tables Turned; or, Nupkins Awakened. A Socialist InterludeMorris, William
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The Tables Turned; or, Nupkins Awakened. A Socialist Interlude
Morris, William
Socialism -- Drama
_Pro. T_. You were with a man whom I was told was a policeman in plain
clothes, and with some others that I assume to have been friends of
yours, as you winked at them and you and they were laughing together as
you talked to the policeman.
_J. F_. Do you see the policeman in Court?
_Pro. T_. Yes; there he is.
_J. F_. Was he drunk or sober?
_Pro. T_. What, now?
_J. F_. No--then.
_Pro. T_. (_with decision_). Drunk.
_J. F_. Was I drunk?
_Pro. T_. What, now?
_J. F_. No--then; though you may tell me whether I'm drunk or not now,
if you like, and define drunkenness scientifically.
_Pro. T_. Well, you were so, so.
_J. F_. Thank you, Professor.
_Mr. H_. One question, Professor Tyndall. Did you hear what the
prisoner was saying to the policeman--who, by the way, was, I suspect,
only shamming drunkenness?
_J. F_. (_Aside_: He could carry a good deal, then.)
_Pro. T_. Yes, I heard him. He was boasting of the extent and power of
the Socialist organisation.
_Mr. H_. And did you believe it? did it surprise you?
_Pro. T_. It did not in the least surprise me: it seemed to me the
natural consequences of Gladstone's Home Rule Bill. As to believing it,
I knew he was jesting; but I thought that his jesting concealed very
serious earnest. He seemed to me a determined, cunning, and most
dangerous person.
_Mr. H_. I thank you, professor. [_Exit_ PRO. T.
_J. N_. Prisoner, do you want to re-examine the witnesses? What's that
noise outside? They ought to be arrested.
["_Marseillaise_" _again without, and tumult nearer_. FREEMAN _listens
intently, without heeding the_ JUDGE.
_J. N_. Prisoner, why don't you answer? Your insolence won't serve you
here, I can tell you.
_J. F_. I was listening, Judge; I thought I heard that echo again.
_J. N_. Echo again! What does the fellow mean? It's my belief you're
drunk, sir: that you have stimulated your courage by liquor.
_A Voice_. Look out for _your_ courage, old cockywax; you may have
something to try it presently!
_J. N_. Officer, arrest that pernicious foreigner.
[USHER _promenades once more_.
_J. N_. (_Aside_: I don't like it: I'm afraid there is something going to
happen.) (_To Court_) Mr. Hungary.
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