LORD JUSTICE: My liege,
You cannot leave this court until the prisoner
Be purged or guilty of this dread offence.

DUCHESS: Cannot, Lord Justice? By what right do you
Set barriers in my path where I should go?
Am I not Duchess here in Padua,
And the state’s regent?

LORD JUSTICE: For that reason, Madam,
Being the fountain-head of life and death
Whence, like a mighty river, justice flows,
Without thy presence justice is dried up
And fails of purpose: thou must tarry here.

DUCHESS: What, wilt thou keep me here against my will?

LORD JUSTICE: We pray thy will be not against the law.

DUCHESS: What if I force my way out of the Court?

LORD JUSTICE: Thou canst not force the Court to give thee way.

DUCHESS: I will not tarry. (Rises from her seat.)

LORD JUSTICE: Is the usher here?
Let him stand forth. (Usher comes forward.)

Thou knowest thy business, sir.

The Usher closes the doors of the Court, which are L., and when the DUCHESS and her retinue approach, kneels down.

USHER: In all humility I beseech your Grace
Turn not my duty to discourtesy,
Nor make my unwelcome office an offence.
The self-same laws which make your Grace the Regent
Bid me watch here: my Liege, to break those laws
Is but to break thine office and not mine.

DUCHESS: Is there no gentleman amongst you all
To prick this prating fellow from our way?

MAFFIO (drawing his sword): Ay ! That will I.

LORD JUSTICE: Count Maffio, have a care,
And you, sir. (To JEPPO.)

The first man who draws his sword
Upon the meanest officer of this Court,
Dies before nightfall.

DUCHESS: Sirs, put up your swords:
It is most meet that I should hear this man. (Goes back to throne.)

MORANZONE: Now has thou got thy enemy in thy hand.

LORD JUSTICE (taking the time-glass up): Guido Ferranti, while the crumbling sand
Falls through this time-glass, thou hast leave to speak.
This and no more.

GUIDO: It is enough, my lord.

LORD JUSTICE: Thou standest on the extreme verge of death;
See that thou speakest nothing but the truth,
Naught else will serve thee.

GUIDO: If I speak it not,
Then give my body to the headsman there.

LORD JUSTICE (turns the time-glass): Let there be silence while the prisoner speaks.

TIPSTAFF: Silence in the Court there.

GUIDO: My Lords Justices.
And reverent judges of this worthy court.
I hardly know where to begin my tale,
So strangely dreadful is this history
First, let me tell you of what birth I am.
I am the son of that good Duke Lorenzo
Who was with damned treachery done to death
By a most wicked villain, lately Duke
Of this good town of Padua.

LORD JUSTICE: Have a care,
It will avail thee nought to mock this prince
Who now lies in his coffin.

MAFFIO: By Saint James,
This is the Duke of Parma’s rightful heir.