Leon. No, not so, villain; thou beliest thyself:
Here stand a pair of honourable men;
A third is fled, that had a hand in it.
I thank you, princes, for my daughter’s death:
255 Record it with your high and worthy deeds:
’Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it.
Claud. I know not how to pray your patience;
Yet I must speak. Choose your revenge yourself;
[259] Impose me to what penance your invention
260 Can lay upon my sin: yet sinn’d I not