Nay, then my arms are large and strong withal:
Thus elms by vines are compass'd, till they fall.
Bell'-Imperia.
O, let me go; for in my troubled eyes
Now mayst thou read, that life in passion dies.
Horatio.
O, stay a while, and I will die with thee,
So shalt thou yield, and yet have conquer'd me.
Bell'-Imperia.
Who's there? Pedringano? we are betray'd!
Enter Lorenzo, Balthazar, Cerberine, and Pedringano disguised.
Lorenzo.