Accused. I am no villain. I swear it—yes, by my mother's grave.
Judge. So wicked a criminal deserves no mother!
[Sensation.
Accused. Oh, this is monstrous! You may insult me; but you have no right to asperse the memory of my mother.
Judge. Your mother would weep were she to see you now. She would be bowed down to the ground with shame.
Accused. Why with shame? For I am innocent.
Judge. You are guilty, I repeat. And the jury shall share with me my opinion. I am your judge, and I assert it.
Accused. Then this trial is a farce!
Judge. No, Sir; take my word for it, you will find it a tragedy!
[Trial concludes in the customary fashion.