3d Judge. And that's an ill profession—to be a murderer. Thou meanest he has confessed the fact.
Con. Yes, my lord, he cannot deny it.
1st Judge. Did he not name the party who it was that he had poisoned?
Con. Marry, with reverence be it spoken, it was Eugenio, my Lord Polymetes' son.
Pol. How's this?
1st Judge. He died long since at Athens.
Pol. I cannot tell what I should think of it;
This is the man that lately brought me news
My son was living.
2d Judge. Fellow, stand to the bar;
Thou hearest thy accusation; what canst thou say?
Eug. Ah, my good lord!
I cannot now deny what I have said.
This man o'erheard me, as my bleeding heart
Was making a confession of my crime.