To mee, you are most cruell; for my life
Should be a willing sacrifice to death,
To expiate the guilt of my offence.
Remember what continuall paines I tooke,
By messages, intreaties, gifts, and prayers,
To win your fauour, deare Leonida,
Iustice in this will be Impietie,
Vnlesse it here be shew’d. I beg it may.
Leo. I beg against him: He is innocent;
The fact alone was mine: I was the first,