[Enter An Officer.]

OFFICER: Marzio's dead.

JUDGE: What did he say?

OFFICER: Nothing. As soon as we Had bound him on the wheel, he smiled on us, As one who baffles a deep adversary; And holding his breath, died.

JUDGE: There remains nothing But to apply the question to those prisoners, Who yet remain stubborn.

CAMILLO: I overrule Further proceedings, and in the behalf Of these most innocent and noble persons Will use my interest with the Holy Father.

JUDGE: Let the Pope's pleasure then be done. Meanwhile Conduct these culprits each to separate cells; And be the engines ready; for this night If the Pope's resolution be as grave, Pious, and just as once, I'll wring the truth Out of those nerves and sinews, groan by groan.