The Tables Turned; or, Nupkins Awakened. A Socialist Interlude — John Shaqi
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
_Pot_. Yes, out of one shop one after another. (_Aside_: Now it's
right, I hope.)
_Mr. H_. (_Aside_: Confound him, he's contradicting the other!) (_To_
POT.) Yes, just so; one after the other. And did you see the second
loaf tumble down?
_Pot_. Yes, sir.
_Mr. H_. When was that?
_Pot_. As she took it off the counter.
_Mr. H_. Yes, _after_ she took it off the counter, in the street?
_Pot_. No, sir. (_Catching the_ SERGEANT'S _eye_.) I mean yes, sir,
and she wiped the mud off them; the sergeant saw her--and I saw her.
_A Voice_. Off IT, you liar! 'twas the second loaf, the single loaf, the
other liar said!
[_Confusion. The judge wakes up and splutters, and tries to say
something; the_ USHER _goes through the audience, but finds no one_;
HUNGARY _spreads out his hands to the Jury, appealingly_.
_Mr. H_. Yes, so it was in the street that you saw the loaves fall down?
_Pot_. Yes, sir; it was in the street that I saw it tumble down.
_A Voice_. You mean _them_, you fool! You haven't got the story right
yet!
[_Confusion again. The_ JUDGE _sits up and stares like a man awaked from
a nightmare, then calls out_ Officer! Officer! _very loud. The_ USHER
_goes his errand again, and comes back bootless_.
_Mr. H_. (_very blandly_). It was in the street that you saw the three
loaves fall down?
_Pot_. Yes, it was in the street that I saw the loaf fall down.
_Mr. H_. Yes, in the street; just so, in the street. You may go
(_Aside_: for a damned fool!). Constable Strongithoath.
[CONSTABLE STRONGITHOATH _sworn_,
_Mr. H_. Constable, did you see this robbery?
_Strong_. I saw it.
_Mr. H_. Tell us what you saw.
_Strong_, (_very slowly and stolidly, and as if repeating a lesson_). I
saw her steal them all--all--all from one shop--from three shops--I
followed her--I took her. When she took it up--she let it drop--in the
shop--and wiped the street mud off it. Then she dropped them all three
in the shop--and came out--and I took her--with the help--of the two
constables--and she cried.
_Mr. H_. You may go (_Aside_: for a new-caught joskin and a fool!). I
won't ask him any questions.
_J. N_. (_waking up, and languid_). Do you call any other witnesses, Mr.
Hungary?
_Mr. H_. No, my lord. (_Aside_: Not if I know it, considering the
quality of the evidence. Not that it much matters; the Judge is going to
get a conviction; the Jury will do as he tells them--always do.) (_To
the Court_): My lord and gentlemen of the Jury, that's my case.
_J. N_. Well, my good woman, what have you to say to this?
_Mary Pinch_. Say to it! What's the use of _saying_ anything to it? I'd
_do_ to it, if I could.
_J. N_. Woman! what do you mean? Violence will not do here. Have you
witnesses to call?
_M. P_. Witnesses! how can I call witnesses to swear that I didn't steal
the loaves?
_J. N_. Well, do you wish to question the witnesses? You have a right
to.
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