Nay, Alexandro, if thou menace me,
I'll lend a hand to send thee to the lake,
Where those thy words shall perish with thy works:
Injurious traitor! monstrous homicide!
Enter Ambassador.
Ambassador.
Stay, hold a while; and here (with pardon of
His majesty) lay hands upon Villuppo.
Viceroy.
Ambassador, what news hath urg'd this sudden entrance?
Ambassador.
Know, sovereign lord,[144] that Balthazar doth live.
Viceroy.