Alexandro.
Not that I fear th' extremity of death
(For nobles cannot stoop to servile fear),
Do I, O king, thus discontented live.
But this, O this, torments my labouring soul,
That thus I die suspected of a sin,
Whereof, as heav'ns have known my secret thoughts,
So am I free from this suggestion.
Viceroy.
No more, I say; [but] to the tortures with him![142]
Bind him, and burn his body in those flames,
[They bind him to the stake.
That shall prefigure those unquenched fires
Of Phlegethon, prepared for his soul.
Alexandro.
My guiltless death will be aveng'd on thee,
On thee, Villuppo, that hath malic'd thus;
Or for[143] thy meed hast falsely me accus'd.
Villuppo.