[Aside.
Bel. But has the king partook your embassy?
Alc. That till to-morrow shall be now deferr’d.
Bel. Nay, then you love me not:
Let that be first despatch’d; till when receive this token.
[She kisses him. Exit Bell’-Imperia.
Alc. I to the king with this unfaithful heart!
It must not be: I play too false a part.
Laz. Up, Lazarotto; yonder comes thy prize;
Now lives Andrea, now Andrea dies.