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FARDY. I'm a poor orphan----
HYACINTH. Will you let me speak?
FARDY. I'll get no more chance in the world----
HYACINTH. Sure I'm trying to free you----
FARDY. It will be tasked to me always.
HYACINTH. Be quiet, can't you?
FARDY. Don't you desert me!
HYACINTH. Will you be silent?
FARDY. Take it on yourself.
HYACINTH. I will if you'll let me.
FARDY. Tell them you did it.
HYACINTH. I am going to do that.
FARDY. Tell them it was you got in at the window.
HYACINTH. I will! I will!
FARDY. Say it was you robbed the box.
HYACINTH. I'll say it! I'll say it!
FARDY. It being open!
HYACINTH. Let me tell, let me tell.
FARDY. Of all that was in it.
HYACINTH. I'll tell them that.
FARDY. And gave it to me.
HYACINTH. [_Putting hand on his mouth and dragging him up._] Will you stop and let me speak?
SERGEANT. We can't be wasting time. Give him here to me.
HYACINTH. I can't do that. He must be let alone.
SERGEANT. [_Seizing him._] He'll be let alone in the lock-up.
HYACINTH. He must not be brought there.
SERGEANT. I'll let no man get him off.
HYACINTH. I will get him off.
SERGEANT. You will not!
HYACINTH. I will.
SERGEANT. Do you think to buy him off?
HYACINTH. I will buy him off with my own confession.
SERGEANT. And what will that be?
HYACINTH. It was I robbed the church.
SERGEANT. That is likely indeed!
HYACINTH. Let him go, and take me. I tell you I did it.
SERGEANT. It would take witnesses to prove that.
HYACINTH. [_Pointing to_ FARDY.] He will be witness.
FARDY. Oh, Mr. Halvey, I would not wish to do that. Get me off and I will say nothing.
HYACINTH. Sure you must. You will be put on oath in the court.
FARDY. I will not! I will not! All the world knows I don't understand the nature of an oath!
MR. QUIRKE. [_Coming forward._] Is it blind ye all are?
MRS. DELANE. What are you talking about?
MR. QUIRKE. Is it fools ye all are?
MISS JOYCE. Speak for yourself.
MR. QUIRKE. Is it idiots ye all are?
SERGEANT. Mind who you're talking to.
MR. QUIRKE. [_Seizing_ HYACINTH'S _hands_.] Can't you see? Can't you hear? Where are your wits? Was ever such a thing seen in this town?
MRS. DELANE. Say out what you have to say.
MR. QUIRKE. A walking saint he is!
