I'll go, and see, and help her. Not to conquer
As Cæsar boasted--she has conquered me.
I'll go and yield myself her captive.
[_Exit_ YOUNG BOLTON.

CRIER OF THE COURT.
Silence!

CLERK OF THE COURT.
Gentlemen of the jury, are you ready
To give the verdict now?

FOREMAN.
We are ready.

CLERK OF THE COURT.
Prisoner, stand up and look upon the jury.
Jury, if and up and look upon the prisoner.
The man you now behold has had his trial
Before you for a crime. What is the verdict?
Is he, the prisoner, guilty or not guilty?

FOREMAN _(reading the verdict)._
Guilty of murder in the second degree.

[_A deep silence, broken only by the sobs of prisoner's wife and sister.
Prisoner sinks down on his seat_. CLERK OF THE COURT _records the
sentence_.

CLERK OF THE COURT.