We cannot yet determine where’s the cause,
Attic. It is impossible
That sacred Iustice should be hudwink’t still,
Though she be falsly painted so; Her eyes
Are cleare, and so perspicuous, that no cryme
Can maske it selfe in any borrowed shape,
But shee’le discouer it. Let vm be returnd
Backe to their seuerall Wards, till we deuise
Some better course for the discouery.
Nic. Dread Soueraigne, I know no better way,