8; Hangman's song
'O my trade it is the rarest one, Simple Shepherds all, My trade is a sight to see; For my customers I tie, and take them up on high, And waft 'em to a far countree - [Timothy Sommers drops and breaks pipe in his agitation. Hee-hee ! And waft 'em to a far countree !' [ Drinks. Timothy ( sings. ) 'And waft 'em to a far countree !' Shepherd's Wife. What do the man mean? [Shepherd shakes head. Timothy. Second verse, stranger ! Hangman ( sings ). 'My tools are but common ones ( tapping bag ), Simple Shepherds all, My tools are no sight to see; A little hempen string and a post whereon to swing, Are implements enough for me, Hee-hee ! Are implements enough for me.' [ Pulls end of rope from bag. Timothy Sommers tries to hide agitation. Guests ( starting ). Oh ! [Damsel faints - Constable catches her. Constable. Oh - he's the hangman! Several. He's come to hang Tim Sommers at Casterbridge gaol ["gaol" is pronounced jail] to-morrow mo...