Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, May 7, 1892 by Various
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_Prisoner._ Good morning. (_To Judge._) You can resume your hat.
_Judge_ (_bowing to the Prisoner_). Accused, I am deeply honoured by your courtesy. I trust you have been comfortable in the State apartments that have been recently supplied to you. _Prisoner_ (_firmly_). State apartment! Why it was a prison! You know it, _M. le Juge_, and you, Gentlemen of the Jury and Witnesses. (_The entire audience shudder apprehensively._) And, what is more, my friends outside know it! They know that I was arrested and thrown into prison. Yes, they know that, and will act accordingly. _Judge_ (_tearfully_). I am sure none of us wished to offend you! _Members of the Bar_ (_in a breath_). Certainly not! _Prisoner._ Well, let the trial proceed. I suppose you don't want any evidence. You have heard what I have said. You know that I regret having caused inconvenience to my innocent victims. They would forgive me for my innocent intentions. I only wished to save everybody by blowing everybody up. _The Court generally._ Yes, yes! _Prisoner._ Well, I have just done. And now what say the Jury? Where are they? _Foreman of the Jury_ (_white with fear_). I am, Sir,--very pleased to see you, Sir,--hope you are well, Sir? |
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