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And looks abroad, too tender for suspicion,
Too happy even for hope, maker of happiness.
I could weep too, not sinfully, at this.

Thou knowest, O my God, thou surely knowest
'Tis no repining at thy call or will.

(Constable, on his knees presents the Writ of Execution.)
I can do nothing now. Take back that writing,
And tell them so, poor souls! Say to the widow,
I grieve, and can but grieve for her; persuade her
That children, although fatherless, are blessings;
And teach those little ones, if e'er you see them,
They are not half so badly off as some.
Fold up the paper; put it quite aside;
I am no queen; I have no almoner.
Ah, now I weep indeed! Put, put it by.
Many-I grieve (yet, should I grieve?) to think it,
Many will often say, when I am gone,

They once had a young queen to pity them.
Nay, though I mentioned I had nought to give,
Yet dash not on your head, nor grapple so
With those ungentle hands, while I am here,
A helpless widow's innocent petition.
Smooth it; return it with all courtesy:

Smooth it, I say again: frame some kind words,
And see they find their place, then tender it.
What! in this manner gentlemen of birth
Present us papers? turn they thus away,
Putting their palms between their eyes and us?
Sir! I was queen—and you were kind unto me
When I was queen no longer : why so changed?
Give it but what is now my signature?
Ignorant are you, or incredulous,
That not a clasp is left me? not a stone,
The vilest; not chalcedony, not agate.
Promise her all my dresses, when-no, no-
I am grown superstitious; they might bring
Misfortune on her, having been Anne Boleyn's.

Constable. Lady! I wish this scroll could suffocate

My voice. One order I must disobey,-
To place it in your hand and mark you read it.

I lay it at your feet, craving your pardon
And God's, my lady!


Rise up; give it me ;

I know it ere I read it, but I read it

Because it is the king's, whom I have sworn
To love and to obey.

Constable (aside). Her mind's distraught!
Alas, she smiles!

Anne. The worst hath long been over; Henry loves courage; he will love my child For this; although I want more than I have; And yet how merciful at last is Heaven,

To give me but thus much for her sweet sake!




Judge. CALL Samuel Weller.

Samuel. Sam Weller, my lord.

What's your name, sir?

Judge. Do you spell it with a "v" or with a "w"?

Sam. That depends upon the taste and fancy of the speller, my lord; I never had occasion to spell it more than once or twice in my life, but I spells it with a "v."


Voice. Quite right too, Samivel, quite right; put it down a "we," my lord, put it down a "we."

Judge. Who is that that dares to address the court? Usher. Usher. Yes, my lord.

Judge. Bring that person here instantly?

Usher. Yes, my lord.

Judge to Sam. Do you know who that was, sir?

Sam. I rayther suspect it wur my father, my lord.

Judge. Do you see him here now?

Sam. No, I don't. my lord, (looking straight up into the gas).

Judge. If you could have pointed him out, I would have committed him instantly.

Counsellor Buzfuz. Now, Mr. Weller.

Sam. Now, sir, (bowing).

Buz. I believe you are in the service of Mr. Pickwick, the defendant in this case. Speak up, if you please, Mr. Weller.

Sam. I mean to speak up, sir. I am in the service of that ere gen'l'man, and a wery good service it is.

Buz. Little to do, and plenty to get, I suppose.

Sam. O quite enough to get, sir, as the soldier said, ven they ordered him three hundred and fifty lashes.

Judge. You must not tell us what the soldier or any other man said; it is not evidence.

Sam. Wery good, my lord.

Buz. Do you recollect anything particular happening on the morning when you were first engaged by the defendant? Eh! Mr. Weller?

Sam. Yes, I do, sir.

Buz. Have the goodness to tell the jury what it was.

Sam. I had a reg'lar new fit out o' clothes that ere morning, gen'l'men o' the jury, and that wur a wery partic❜lar and uncommon circumstance with me in those days.

Judge. You had better be careful, sir.

Sam. So Mr. Pickwick said at the time, my lord; and 1 wur wery careful o' that ere suit of clothes, wery careful indeed, my lord.

Buz. Do you mean to tell me, Mr. Weller-eh-do you mean to tell me, Mr. Weller, that you saw nothing of this fainting on the part of the plaintiff in the arms of the defendant, which you have heard described by the witnesses?

Sam. Certainly not. I was in the passage till they called me up, and then the old lady was not there.

Buz. Now attend, Mr. Weller. You were in the passage, and yet saw nothing of what was going forward. Have you a pair of eyes, Mr. Weller?

Sam. Yes, I have a pair of eyes, and that's just it. If they wur a pair of patent, double, million, magnifyin' gas microscopes o' hextra power, p'raps I might be able to see thro' a flight o' stairs and a deal door; but bein' only eyes, you see, my wision's limited.

Buz. Now, Mr. Weller, I'll ask you a question on another point, if you please.

Sam. If you please, sir.

Buz. Do you remember going up to Mrs. Bardell's house in November last?

Sam. O yes, wery well.

Buz. O you do remember that, Mr. Weller; well, I thought we should bring you to something at last.

Sam. I rayther thought that too, sir.

Buz. Well, I suppose you went up to have a talk about the trial-eh, Mr. Weller?

Sam. I went up to pay the rent, but we did get a talking about the trial.

Buz. O! you did get a talking about the trial. Now what passed about the trial? Will you have the goodness to tell us, Mr. Weller?

Sam. With all the pleasure in life, sir. After a few unimportant obserwations from the two wirtuous females, as has been examined here to-day, the ladies gets into a wery great state o' admiration at the honourable conduct of Mr. Dodson and Fogg, them two gen'l'men as is settin' near you


Buz. The attorneys for the plaintiff,-well, they spoke in high praise of the honourable conduct of Messrs. Dodson and Fogg, the attorneys for the plaintiff, did they?

Sam. Yes; they said wot a wery gen'rous thing it wur o' them to have taken up the case on spec, and to charge nothin' at all for costs, unless they got 'em out o' Mr. Pickwick.

Buz. to Judge. You are quite right, my lord. It is perfectly useless attempting to get any evidence through the impenetrable stupidity of this witness. I will not trouble the court by asking any more questions. Stand down, sir (to Sam.)

Sam. Would any other gen'l'man like to ask me anything?



Mr. GREGSBURY is a Member of Parliament, in want of a secretary.

Nicholas. I BROUGHT this card from the General Agency Office, sir, wishing to offer myself as your secretary.

Mr. Gregsbury. You have no connection with any of those rascally newspapers, have you?

N. I have no connection, I am sorry to say, with anything at present.

Mr. G. Well. Now, what can you do?

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