in our quarter. Don't waste another minute with these fools.

_J. N_. (_screaming_). Help, help! Murder, murder!

_S. E_. Murder!--murder a louse! Who's hurting you, old gentleman?
Don't make such a noise. We'll try and make some use of you when we have
time, but we must bustle now. Come on, Jack. Stop a bit, though;
where's the Clerk of the Court? Oh, there! Clerk, we shall want this
Court-house almost directly to use for a free market for this district.
There have been too many people starving and half-starving this long
time; and the first thing that we've got to see to is that every one has
enough to eat, drink, and wear, and a proper roof over his head.

_J. N_. Murder! thieves! fire!

_S. E_. There, there! Don't make such a row, old fellow! Get out of
this, and bellow in the fields with the horned cattle, if you must
bellow. Perhaps they'll want Courts of Justice now, as we don't. And as
for you, good fellows, all give a cheer for the Social Revolution which
has Turned the Tables; and so--to work--to work!

[JUDGE _screams and faints, and Curtain falls_.




PART II.


SCENE.--_The Fields near a Country Village; a Copse close by. Time--After