That cannot be, since I am still possessed
Of those effects for which I did the murder:
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
May one be pardoned and retain th’ offense?
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offense’s gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft ’tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law. But ’tis not so above:
There is no shuffling; there the action lies 65
In his true nature, and we ourselves compelled,
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in evidence. What then? What rests?

[1] when the twins grew up, they continued to fight. [2] one day they decided to hold a contest to determine who was stronger. [3] though they tried to defeat each other in many different ways, neither one could win. [4] on the last day, they fought with weapons. [5] using a deer antler, the right-handed twin overpowered his brother, and he threw him off the edge of the earth. [6] today, the right-handed twin lives in the sky-world, and the left-handed twin lives in the dark underworld. [7] they rule the earthly world of men together.