Pro. And hath he naught to plead?
Raim. Naught but a soul unstain’d.
Pro. Why, that is little.
Stains on the soul are but as conscience deems them,
And conscience may be sear’d. But for this sentence!
—Was’t not the penalty imposed on man,
E’en from creation’s dawn, that he must die?
—It was: thus making guilt a sacrifice
Unto eternal justice; and we but
Obey heaven’s mandate when we cast dark souls