_Bora._ Sweet prince, let me go no farther to mine answer: do you hear me, and let this count kill me. I have deceived even your very eyes: what your wisdoms could 220 not discover, these shallow fools have brought to light; who, in the night, overheard me confessing to this man, how Don John your brother incensed me to slander the Lady Hero; how you were brought into the orchard, and saw me court Margaret in Hero’s garments: how you disgraced 225 her, when you should marry her: my villany they have upon record; which I had rather seal with my death than repeat over to my shame. The lady is dead upon mine and my master’s false accusation; and, briefly, I desire nothing but the reward of a villain. 230 _D. Pedro._ Runs not this speech like iron through your blood? _Claud._ I have drunk poison whiles he utter’d it. _D. Pedro._ But did my brother set thee on to this? _Bora._ Yea, and paid me richly for the practice of it. _D. Pedro._ He is composed and framed of treachery: 235 And fled he is upon this villany. _Claud._ Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear In the rare semblance that I loved it first. _Dog._ Come, bring away the plaintiffs: by this time our sexton hath reformed Signior Leonato of the matter: and, 240 masters, do not forget to specify, when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass. _Verg._ Here, here comes master Signior Leonato, and the sexton too. _Re-enter_ LEONATO _and_ ANTONIO, _with the_ Sexton. _Leon._ Which is the villain? let me see his eyes, 245 That, when I note another man like him, I may avoid him: which of these is he? _Bora._ If you would know your wronger, look on me. _Leon._ Art thou the slave that with thy breath hast kill’d Mine innocent child? _Bora._ Yea, even I alone. 250 _Leon._ No, not so, villain; thou beliest thyself: Here stand a pair of honourable men; A third is fled, that had a hand in it. I thank you, princes, for my daughter’s death: Record it with your high and worthy deeds: 255 ’Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it. _Claud._ I know not how to pray your patience; Yet I must speak. Choose your revenge yourself; Impose me to what penance your invention Can lay upon my sin: yet sinn’d I not 260 But in mistaking. _D. Pedro._ By my soul, nor I: And yet, to satisfy this good old man, I would bend under any heavy weight That he’ll enjoin me to.