And. Do not forget;
That was Alcario, my shape’s counterfeit.
Lor. Why speaks not this accurs’d, damn’d villain?
Laz. O good words, my lords; for those are courtiers’ vails:
The king must hear; why should I make two tales?
For to be found in two, before the king
I will resolve you all this strange strange thing:
I hit, yet miss’d; ’twas I mistook my part.
Hor. Aye, villain; for thou aim’st at this true heart.
Jer. Horatio, ’twas well, as fortune stands,