ALEX. My guiltless death will be aveng'd on thee!
On thee, Villuppo, that hath malice'd thus,
Or for thy meed hast falsely me accus'd!
VIL. Nay, Alexandro, if thou menace me,
I'll lend a hand to send thee to the lake
Where those thy words shall perish with thy works,
Injurious traitor, monstrous homicide!
Enter AMBASSADOR.
AMBASS. Stay! hold a-while!
And here, with pardon of his Majesty,
Lay hands upon Villuppo!
VICE. Ambassador,
What news hath urg'd this sudden enterance?
AMBASS. Know, sovereign lord, that Balthazar doth live.
VICE. What say'st thou? liveth Balthazar, our son?
AMBASS. Your Highness' son, Lord Balthazar doth live,
And, well entreated in the court of Spain,
Humbly commends him to your Majesty.
These eyes beheld; and these my followers,
With these, the letters of the king's commends,
Gives him letters.
Are happy witnesses of his Highness' health.