But I'll now[64] wear it, till thy blood be spilt.
Alexandro.
Vouchsafe, dread[65] sovereign, to hear me speak.
Viceroy.
Away with him; his sight is second hell:
Keep him till we determine of his death.
If Balthazar be dead, he shall not live.
Villuppo, follow us for thy reward.
[Exit Vice.
Villuppo.
Thus have I with an envious forged tale
Deceiv'd the king, betray'd mine enemy,
And hope for guerdon of my villainy.
[Exit.
Enter Horatio and Bell'-Imperia.