Eur. You know he killed him not.
Cre. Let him say so.
Dioc. See, he stands mute.
Cre. O power of conscience, even in wicked men!
It works, it stings, it will not let him utter
One syllable, one,—no, to clear himself
From the most base, detested, horrid act
That ere could stain a villain,—not a prince.
Adr. Ha! villain!
Dioc. Echo to him, groves: cry villain.
Adr. Let me consider—did I murder Laius,
Thus, like a villain?
Cre. Best revoke your words,
And say you killed him not.
Adr. Not like a villain; pr'ythee, change me that
For any other lye.
Dioc. No, villain, villain.