Bal. I’ll top thy head for that ambitious word.
And. You cannot, prince: see a revengeful sword
Waves o’er my head.
Bal. Another over mine;
Let them both meet, in crimson tinctures shine.
[They fight; and Andrea hath Balthezar down.
Enter Portugals, and relieve Balthezar, and kill Andrea.
And. O, I am slain! help me, Horatio!
My foes are base, and slay me cowardly.
Farewell, dear, dearest Bell’-Imperia!