Dripping fell poison from their wrathful breasts,
They’d leave a noisome pestilence in the land
Behind them. Thus both ways I’m sore perplexed;
Absent or present, they do bring a curse.
But since this business needs a swift decision,
Sworn judges I’ll appoint, and they shall judge
Of blood in every age. Your testimonies
And proofs meanwhile, and all that clears the truth,
Provide. Myself, to try this weighty cause,
My choicest citizens will choose, and bind them