(All the Jury kneel in the Jury-box and so are hidden from audience.)
Usher.
Oh, will you swear by yonder skies,
Whatever question may arise
’Twixt rich and poor—’twixt low and high,
That you will well and truly try?
Jury (raising their hands, which alone are visible).
To all of this we make reply,
By the dull slate of yonder sky: