JUDGE. No, I won't. Justice must take its course. You must have been a great offender to reach consciousness of your guilt so late.
GHOST. You are as stern as a good conscience.
JUDGE. That's just the word for it. Stern, but just!
GHOST. No pity, then?
JUDGE. None whatever.
GHOST. No mercy?
JUDGE. No mercy!
The gavel raps on the table; the chairs are pushed away.
GHOST. Now the verdict is being delivered. Can't you hear?
JUDGE. I hear nothing.