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No, nor like to be; the judge is just about to pronounce sentence upon him, but something came so cold over my heart I could not stay to hear it. What do you see there, sirs!

The judge is just risen from his seat, and the black signal is lifted up.

Hush! hush! and let us listen! (A deep pause.)

Sentence is past now.

God have mercy on him!

I would not wear my head upon his shoulders for all the prince's coffers.

Alas! poor man! he is but a youth.