here he is.

[_Enter_ JACK FREEMAN, _sauntering in dressed in a blouse, smoking, a
billycock on his head, and his hands in his pockets_.

_W. J_. There's your judge, Citizen Nupkins! No, Jack, you needn't take
your hands out of your pockets to shake hands with me; I know your ways
and your manners. But look here! (_pointing to_ NUPKINS).

_J. F_. Why, what next? There's no mistaking him, it's my old
acquaintance Mr. Justice Nupkins. Why you seem down on your luck,
neighbour. What can I do to help you?

[NUPKINS _moans_.

_W. J_. (_winking at_ FREEMAN). You've got to try him, Jack.

_J. F_. Why, what has he been doing? (_Aside_, I say, old fellow, what
game are you up to now?)

_W. J_. Doing? why nothing. That's just it; something must be done with
him. He must come before the council: but I'm afraid he's not of much
use to anyone. (_Aside_, I say, Jack, he is a mere jelly of fear: thinks
that we are going to kill him and eat him, I believe. I must carry it on
a little longer; don't spoil all my fun.)

_J. F_. (_Aside_, _to_ W. J.) Well, certainly he deserves it, but take
care that he doesn't die of fear on your hands, Bill. (_Aloud_) Well,
the council will meet in a minute or two, and then we will take his case.