First Citizen
Tut, thou need’st not be afraid; they never cut the heads of common folk: they do but hang us.
[Trumpets outside.]
Third Citizen
What are the trumpets for? Is the trial over?
First Citizen
Nay, ’tis for the Duchess.
[Enter the Duchess in black velvet; her train of flowered black velvet is carried by two pages in violet; with her is the Cardinal in scarlet, and the gentlemen of the Court in black; she takes her seat on the throne above the Judges, who rise and take their caps off as she enters; the Cardinal sits next to her a little lower; the Courtiers group themselves about the throne.]
Second Citizen
O poor lady, how pale she is! Will she sit there?