And let him die for his accursed deed.

ALEX. Not that I feare the extremitie of death --
For nobles cannot stoop to seruile feare --
Doo I, O king, thus discontented liue;
But this, O this, torments my labouring soule,
That thus I die suspected of a sinne
Whereof, as Heauens haue knowne my secret thoughts,
So am I free from this suggestion!

VICE. No more, I say; to the tortures! when?
Binde him, and burne his body in those flames,

They binde him to the stake.

That shall prefigure those vnquenched fiers
Of Phlegiton prepared for his soule.

ALEX. My guiltles death will be aueng'd on thee!
On thee, Villuppo, that hath malisde thus,
Or for thy meed hast falsely me accusde!

VIL. Nay, Alexandro, if thou menace me,
Ile lend a hand to send thee to the lake
Where those thy words shall perish with thy workes,
Iniurious traitour, monstrous homicide!

Enter EMBASSADOUR.

[EM.] Stay! hold a-while! and heer, with pardon of