It doth appear you are a worthy judge; You know the law, your exposition Hath been most sound.

O, let her brother live: Thieves for the robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.

To offend and judge are distinct offices, And of opposed natures.

Therefore I say again I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul Refuse you for my judge, whom yet once more I hold my most malicious for and think not At all a friend to truth.

He who the sword of heaven will bear Should be as holy as severe; Pattern in himself to know, Grace to stand, and virtue go; More nor less to others paying Than by self-offenses weighing. Shame to him whose cruel striking Kills for faults of his own liking.

Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge That no king can corrupt.