Say, treacherous Villuppo, tell the king:
Wherein[147] hath Alexandro used thee ill?
Villuppo.
Rent with remembrance of so foul a deed,
My guilty soul[148] submits me to thy doom:
For not for Alexandro's injuries,
But for reward and hope to be preferr'd,
Thus have I shamelessly hazarded his life.
Viceroy.
Which, villain, shall be ransom'd with thy death;
And not so mean a torment as we here
Devis'd for him who, thou said'st, slew our son:
But with the bitter'st torments and extremes,
That may be yet invented for thine end.
[Alex. seems to entreat.
Entreat me not; go take the traitor hence:
[Exit Villuppo.
And, Alexandro, let us honour thee
With public notice of thy loyalty.
To end those things articulated here
By our great lord, the mighty King of Spain,
We with our council will deliberate:
Come, Alexandro, keep us company. [Exeunt.