JUDITH. Will you take these two silver dollars and let me stay?

The sergeant, without an instant's hesitation, looks quickly and
furtively round as he shoots the money dexterously into his
pocket. Then he raises his voice in virtuous indignation.

SERGEANT. ME take money in the execution of my duty! Certainly
not. Now I'll tell you what I'll do, to teach you to corrupt the
King's officer. I'll put you under arrest until the execution's
over. You just stand there; and don't let me see you as much as
move from that spot until you're let. (With a swift wink at her
he points to the corner of the square behind the gallows on his
right, and turns noisily away, shouting) Now then dress up and
keep 'em back, will you?

Cries of Hush and Silence are heard among the townsfolk; and the
sound of a military band, playing the Dead March from Saul, is
heard. The crowd becomes quiet at once; and the sergeant and
petty officers, hurrying to the back of the square, with a few
whispered orders and some stealthy hustling cause it to open and
admit the funeral procession, which is protected from the crowd
by a double file of soldiers. First come Burgoyne and Swindon,
who, on entering the square, glance with distaste at the gallows,
and avoid passing under it by wheeling a little to the right and
stationing themselves on that side. Then Mr. Brudenell, the
chaplain, in his surplice, with his prayer book open in his hand,
walking beside Richard, who is moody and disorderly. He walks
doggedly through the gallows framework, and posts himself a
little in front of it. Behind him comes the executioner, a
stalwart soldier in his shirtsleeves. Following him, two soldiers