Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes

Leonato
Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes,
That, when I note another man like him,
I may avoid him. Which of these is he?
Borachio
If you would know your wronger, look on me.

Art thou the slave that with thy breath hast killed
Mine innocent child?

Leonato
Art thou the slave that with thy breath hast killed
Mine innocent child?
Borachio
Yea, even I alone.
Leonato
No, not so, villain, thou beliest thyself.
Here stand a pair of honorable men—
A third is fled—that had a hand in it.—
I thank you, princes, for my daughter’s death.
Record it with your high and worthy deeds.
’Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it.
Claudio
I know not how to pray your patience,
Yet I must speak. Choose your revenge yourself.
Impose me to what penance your invention
Can lay upon my sin. Yet sinned I not
But in mistaking.
Prince
By my soul, nor I,
And yet to satisfy this good old man
I would bend under any heavy weight
That he’ll enjoin me to.
Leonato
I cannot bid you bid my daughter live—
That were impossible—but, I pray you both,
Possess the people in Messina here
How innocent she died. And if your love
Can labor aught in sad invention,
Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb
And sing it to her bones. Sing it tonight.
Tomorrow morning come you to my house,
And since you could not be my son-in-law,
Be yet my nephew. My brother hath a daughter,
Almost the copy of my child that’s dead,
And she alone is heir to both of us.
Give her the right you should have giv’n her cousin,
And so dies my revenge.
Claudio
O, noble sir!
Your overkindness doth wring tears from me.
I do embrace your offer and dispose
For henceforth of poor Claudio.
Leonato
Tomorrow then I will expect your coming.
Tonight I take my leave. This naughty man
Shall face to face be brought to Margaret,
Who I believe was packed in all this wrong,
Hired to it by your brother.
Borachio
No, by my soul, she was not,
Nor knew not what she did when she spoke to me,
But always hath been just and virtuous
In anything that I do know by her.
Dogberry, to Leonato
Moreover, sir, which indeed is not under white
and black, this plaintiff here, the offender, did
call me ass. I beseech you, let it be remembered
in his punishment. And also the watch heard them
talk of one Deformed. They say he wears a key in
his ear and a lock hanging by it and borrows money
in God’s name, the which he hath used so long and
never paid that now men grow hardhearted and will
lend nothing for God’s sake. Pray you, examine him
upon that point.
Leonato
I thank thee for thy care and honest pains.
Dogberry
Your Worship speaks like a most thankful
and reverent youth, and I praise God for you.
Leonato, giving him money
There’s for thy pains.
Dogberry
God save the foundation.
Leonato
Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and
I thank thee.
Dogberry
I leave an arrant knave with your Worship,
which I beseech your Worship to correct
yourself, for the example of others. God keep your
Worship! I wish your Worship well. God restore you
to health. I humbly give you leave to depart, and if a
merry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it.—
Come, neighbor.
  Dogberry and Verges exit.