The Judge: Tou have no right to say so now. Kelly: "Won't you. let me speak? Oh, do let me speak! The Judge: No longer. Kelly: Oh, that's bad. Oh, let me, let me speak! Nobody will be sorry for my death; no person will grieve for me. I have no friends who will regret me, still I ought not to die if it is wrong, Let me be beard. The Judge: I tell you again only on a point of law. Have you any princi ple of law on which to speak; have you any principle of law on which to crare a bar of sentence? If not, I can permit this interruption to go on no longer. Kelly: Very likely it may be a point of law, but you will not let me say it. I do not know what is law. It may be law. The Judge: I cannot allow this. Officer, silence the prisoner. Tou have been been permitted too long to disturb the Court.
Kelly: Oh, there never will be twelve other men in this world who will believe what that dreadful man Sullivan says, although you twelve gentlemen have believed him, and found me guilty. The Judge: This must be stopped. Officer, prevent that man from speak ing.
