And we must tremble thus! Is it not said
That nature grows degenerate, earth being now
So full of days?
Mon. Rouse up thy mighty heart.
Pro. Ay, thou say’st right. There yet are souls which tower
As landmarks to mankind. Well, what’s the task?
—There is a man to be condemn’d, you say?
Is he then guilty?
All. Thus we deem of him,
With one accord.