MARGRAVE.
She is. Her life was like the early rose,
That bears th' frost in its heart. The bud is fair;
The strength to bloom is wanting; so it dies
But come, we shall be late.

GODFREY.
What crowds are going!
And Irishmen!--Are these so fond of Justice?

MARGRAVE.
Ay; where they feel she holds an even scale,
And is the friend alike of rich and poor,
They yield a prompt obedience, and become
Americans. Our motto is--"The law."
[_Exeunt._

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SCENE III.--_The Court-room. A crowd of people._ PRISONER _in the dock. His
Wife, an infant in her arms, and his Sister, both in deep mourning, near
him_. LANGDON, _counsel for the prisoner;_ SHERIFF; CLERK _of the Court_;
CRIER _of the Court;_ CONSTABLES. _Enter_ JUDGE BOLTON, _followed by two
other_ JUDGES. _All take their places on the bench. Then enter_ DENNIS
_and_ MICHAEL.

DENNIS (_staring at the_ JUDGE).
I' faith, 'tis a _purty_ thing to be a judge,
And sit so high and cool above the crowd.
And your good master well becomes his seat.