Boast not the advantage which thou hold'st of me,
But know thyself for what thou art,—no more
Than the mean minister of my despair.
Vera. Whether to heaven's justice, or thy choice,
I owe this happy hour of sweet revenge,
I'll not be wanting to the wished occasion.
Vict. You shall not die alone, my dear Alphonso,
Though much I blame this desperate enterprize.
You should have staid, to see
The event of what I promised to perform;