On my guilty head be the punishment.

It is true that I cozened and led you on.

It is true that at Castle Thrieve I deceived you, knowing well that which would happen.

I knew to what you would follow me, and for the sake of the evil wrought by your fathers, I was glad.

But afterwards at Crichton, when, in the woods by the waterside, I told you that I loved you, I did not lie.