And beshides, I 've found a big hole, like a worm that has crawled into the knot of a lotush-root, and is looking for a hole to creep out at. Now who was I going to accuse of thish wicked deed? [_He recalls something._] Oh, yesh! I remember. I was going to accuse poor Chārudatta of thish wicked deed. Beshides, he's poor. They 'll believe anything about him. Good! I 'll go to the court-room and lodge a public complaint against Chārudatta, how he shtrangled Vasantasenā and murdered her. Sho now I 'm on my way to the court-room. [_He walks about and looks around him._] Here is the court-room. I 'll go in. [_He enters and looks about._] Well, here are the sheats, all arranged. While I 'm waiting for the magishtrates, I 'll jusht sit down a minute on the grass. [_He does so._] P. 226.10] _Beadle._ [_Walks about in another direction, and looks before him._] Here come the magistrates. I will go to them. [_He does so._] [_Enter the judge, accompanied by a gild-warden, a clerk, and others._] _Judge._ Gild-warden and clerk! _Gild-warden and Clerk._ We await your bidding. _Judge._ A trial depends to such an extent upon others that the task of the magistrates--the reading of another's thoughts--is most difficult. Men often speak of deeds that no man saw, Matters beyond the province of the law; Passion so rules the parties that their lies, Hide their offenses from judicial eyes; This side and that exaggerate a thing, Until at last it implicates the king; To sum it up: false blame is easy won, A true judge little praised, or praised by none. 3 And again: Men often point to sins that no man saw, And in their anger scorn the patient law; In court-rooms even the righteous with their lies Hide their offenses from judicial eyes; And those who did the deed are lost to view, Who sinned with plaintiff and defendant too; To sum it up: false blame is easy won, A true judge little praised, or praised by none. 4 For the judge must be Learnèd, and skilled in tracing fraud's sly path, And eloquent, insensible to wrath; To friend, foe, kinsman showing equal grace, Reserving judgment till he know the case; Untouched by avarice, in virtue sound. The weak he must defend, the knave confound; An open door to truth, his heart must cling To others' interests, yet shun each thing That might awake the anger of the king. 5 [137.94. S. _Gild-warden and Clerk._ And do men speak of defects in your virtue? If so, then they speak of darkness in the moonlight. _Judge._ My good beadle, conduct me to the court-room. _Beadle._ Follow me, Your Honor. [_They walk about._] Here is the court-room. May the magistrates be pleased to enter. [_All enter._] _Judge._ My good beadle, do you go outside and learn who desires to present a case.