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Bethink you, my Lord Justice,

       Is it not very like that such a one

       May, in the presence of the people here,

       Utter some slanderous word against my Lord,

       Against the city, or the city’s honour,

       Perchance against myself.

      LORD JUSTICE My liege, the law.

      DUCHESS He shall not speak, but, with gags in his mouth,

       Shall climb the ladder to the bloody block.

      LORD JUSTICE The law, my liege.

      DUCHESS We are not bound by law,

       But with it we bind others.

      MORANZONE My Lord Justice,

       Thou wilt not suffer this injustice here.

      LORD JUSTICE The Court needs not thy voice, Lord Moranzone.

       Madam, it were a precedent most evil

       To wrest the law from its appointed course,

       For, though the cause be just, yet anarchy

       Might on this licence touch these golden scales

       And unjust causes unjust victories gain.

      COUNT BARDI I do not think your Grace can stay the law.

      DUCHESS

       Ay, it is well to preach and prate of law:

       Methinks, my haughty lords of Padua,

       If ye are hurt in pocket or estate,

       So much as makes your monstrous revenues

       Less by the value of one ferry toll,

       Ye do not wait the tedious law’s delay

       With such sweet patience as ye counsel me.

      COUNT BARDI

       Madam, I think you wrong our nobles here.

      DUCHESS

       I think I wrong them not. Which of you all

       Finding a thief within his house at night,

       With some poor chattel thrust into his rags,

       Will stop and parley with him? do ye not

       Give him unto the officer and his hook

       To be dragged gaolwards straightway?

       And so now,

       Had ye been men, finding this fellow here,

       With my Lord’s life still hot upon his hands,

       Ye would have haled him out into the court,

       And struck his head off with an axe.

      GUIDO

       O God!

      DUCHESS

       Speak, my Lord Justice.

      LORD JUSTICE

       Your Grace, it cannot be:

       The laws of Padua are most certain here:

       And by those laws the common murderer even

       May with his own lips plead, and make defence.

      DUCHESS

       This is no common murderer, Lord Justice,

       But a great outlaw, and a most vile traitor,

       Taken in open arms against the state.

       For he who slays the man who rules a state

       Slays the state also, widows every wife,

       And makes each child an orphan, and no less

       Is to be held a public enemy,

       Than if he came with mighty ordonnance,

       And all the spears of Venice at his back,

       To beat and batter at our city gates -

       Nay, is more dangerous to our commonwealth,

       For walls and gates, bastions and forts, and things

       Whose common elements are wood and stone

       May be raised up, but who can raise again

       The ruined body of my murdered lord,

       And bid it live and laugh?

      MAFFIO

       Now by Saint Paul

       I do not think that they will let him speak.

      JEPPO VITELLOZZO

       There is much in this, listen.

      DUCHESS

       Wherefore now,

       Throw ashes on the head of Padua,

       With sable banners hang each silent street,

       Let every man be clad in solemn black;

       But ere we turn to these sad rites of mourning

       Let us bethink us of the desperate hand

       Which wrought and brought this ruin on our state,

       And straightway pack him to that narrow house,

       Where no voice is, but with a little dust

       Death fills right up the lying mouths of men.

      GUIDO

       Unhand me, knaves! I tell thee, my Lord Justice,

       Thou mightst as well bid the untrammelled ocean,

       The winter whirlwind, or the Alpine storm,

       Not roar their will, as bid me hold my peace!

       Ay! though ye put your knives into my throat,

       Each grim and gaping wound shall find a tongue,

       And cry against you.

      LORD JUSTICE

       Sir, this violence

       Avails you nothing; for save the tribunal

       Give thee a lawful right to open speech,

       Naught that thou sayest can be credited.

       [The DUCHESS smiles and GUIDO falls back with a gesture of despair.]

       Madam, myself, and these wise Justices,

       Will with your Grace’s sanction now retire

       Into another chamber, to decide

       Upon this difficult matter of the law,

       And search the statutes and the precedents.

      DUCHESS

       Go, my Lord Justice, search the statutes well,

       Nor let this brawling traitor have his way.

      MORANZONE

       Go, my Lord Justice, search thy conscience well,

       Nor let a man be sent to death unheard.

       [Exit the LORD JUSTICE and the Judges.]

      DUCHESS

       Silence, thou evil genius of my life!

       Thou com’st between us two a second time;

       This time, my lord, I think the turn is mine.

      GUIDO

       I shall not die till I have uttered voice.

      DUCHESS

       Thou shalt die silent, and thy secret with thee.

      GUIDO

       Art thou that Beatrice, Duchess of Padua?

      DUCHESS

       I am what thou hast made me; look at me well,

       I am thy handiwork.

      MAFFIO

       See, is she not