It is but haphazard, a man or a mouse.
Here let him make as though he went out, and let Conscience and Justice come out after[180] him, and let Conscience hold in his hand a lamp burning, and let Justice have a sword, and hold it before Appius’ breast.
Appius. I find it, I mind it, I swear that I will,
Though shame or defame do happen, no skill.[179]
But out, I am wounded: how am I divided!
Two states of my life from me are now glided;
For Conscience he pricketh me contemned,
And Justice saith, judgment would have me condemned:
Conscience saith, cruelty sure will detest me;
And Justice saith, death in th’ end will molest me: