Leo. My Lords, beleeue him not; the guilt lies here:
’Twas I that sent him that deluding shape,
In which he got admittance; The offence
Rests onely here: And therefore (good my Lords)
Let the condemning sentence passe on mee;
Or else, I will protest to all the world,
You are vniust;
And take my death vpon’t.
Lis. Fie, Madam, how you wrong your innocence!
And seeming (Lady) to be pittifull